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  • Tangled Webs(Black Jewels,Book 6)(21) by Anne Bishop
  • Still, there were limits to indulging the male temper.

    “I had considered making a sign that said ‘I have a sharp knife and a large Warlord Prince’ and floating it over my head, but I don’t want to tell anyone about the knife until after I use it, and anyone dumb enough not to notice you deserves to get knocked into a wall.”

    A twitch of his lips. A shift toward humor instead of temper.

    “Where are we going?” Rainier asked.

    Ah. Got him. “Bookshop. It’s fun reading that Jarvis Jenkell book together, but I wanted something to read at other times.”

    “Well, that’s convenient. I was asked to pick up some books.”

    Surreal hooked her long black hair behind one ear and narrowed her gold-green eyes. “You were going to suggest walking to the bookshop, weren’t you?”

    “Was I?”

    Bastard. Prick. Arrogant, insufferableWarlord Prince.

    When she moved forward, he dropped the shield and pivoted in a graceful dancer’s move to fall into step beside her. She took a couple of steps, then grabbed his arm to stop him as she swung around to put herself on his left, which was the subordinate position.


    She was just a witch and he was a Warlord Prince, but her Jewels outranked his, so he wasn’t comfortable standing in the dominant position.

    Good. He deserved to squirm a little.

    “It rained last night,” she said. “Puddles. Carriages. Splashing. Whether you create a shield or decide to take your chances, you being on the street side means I won’t get splashed.”

    A male caught between Protocol and the desire to protect. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t argue about it and he didn’t try to switch positions.

    They walked in silence for a couple of blocks. Then Rainier said, “Have you heard from your cousins lately?”

    “No.” Thank the Darkness.

    “Then you haven’t heard about the spooky house?”

    “Spooky house? What’s a spooky house?”

    Rainier just smiled.

    It took several blocks and a few rash promises she shouldn’t have made before Rainier told her about Jaenelle’s little project.

    “You’re not serious,” Surreal said as Rainier opened the bookshop’s door for her. “You made this up.”

    He shook his head.

    She stepped into the shop, then waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. “Does Daemon know about this?”


    “Lucivar? Uncle Saetan?”

    “I would think so.”

    “Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.”

    “That seems to be the general reaction.”

    Surreal sniffed. She hadn’t wanted Daemon or Lucivar showing up to fuss over her, butone of them could have stopped by to tell her about the spooky house. After all, shewas family.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire