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  • Tangled Webs(Black Jewels,Book 6)(53) by Anne Bishop
  • “He paid me. And then he killed me. And then he chained me to this house. But he’s letting me play with all the tricks and traps. Don’t die too soon, Lady Bitch. Not until you’ve seen mybest surprises.”

    “Who is he?”

    “You’ll find out.” The woman’s face began to fade. “When you’re chained to the house too.”

    Surreal stared at the window. Nothing in the glass now but her own reflection.

    “We could have gotten out,” she said. “Could have opened the window and climbed out.”

    “While trying to avoid the slashing nails?” Rainier countered.

    “I doubt she would have watched us leave.”

    “Assuming she wasn’t lying about that being an exit.” Surreal fingered the tear in her jacket. “What was she? Demon-dead? Illusion?”

    “Both?” Rainier released a breath in a grim sigh. “Did she cut you?”

    She shook her head. “Came close, though. Andthat wasn’t meant as a bit of fun.”

    “Agreed.” He hesitated. “Does this seem familiar?”

    “How so?” she asked warily.

    “Body in a closet. Clues.”

    They looked at each other.

    “Ah, shit,” Surreal said. “Someone set us up in a mystery? We’re the dumb characters who walk into the Bad Place?”

    “Looks like it.” Then Rainier added on a psychic thread, "And we helped by bringing victims with us. Fodder for the game."

    "Then it’s time to stop thinking in terms of what we expected and really look at what we walked into."

    Dropping down from the Black Wind, Daemon guided the Coach as it coasted the rest of the way to the landen village. It wasn’t hard to figure out where the spooky house was located. It was the only source of power pulsing through the village.

    He and Jaenelle hadn’t spoken since leaving their—her—bedroom. But as he settled the Coach gently on the opposite side of the street from the house, he’d had enough of her silence and her anger.

    She surged out of her seat and headed for the Coach door—and then stared at it when it didn’t open.

    Moving with lazy, predatory grace, he rose from the driver’s chair—and smiled at her. “Can’t get through a Black lock?” he asked, his voice laced with nasty pleasantness.

    “Open the door.”

    “Not until a few things get said.” He moved toward her but stopped out of arm’s reach. She was still a powerful Black Widow, and he had no desire to get pumped full of her venom by accident or otherwise. “I’m sorry I missed the viewing. I am, but—”

    “You think that’s why I’m angry with you? Because you didn’t answer the invitation?”

    His temper grew fangs. “If that isn’t the reason, then why don’t you tell me why you’re so pissed off at me?”

    Her sapphire eyes blazed. “I’m pissed off, as you so elegantly put it, because you think I am so shallow and so selfish that I would issue that kind of finger-snap summons and expect you to drop everything and obey.”

    “What?” Femalewas an alien language, but he usually could translate it well enough to understand what was being said. But this…

    “You must think I’m completely unaware of what is required to rule a Territory or oversee the SaDiablo family. You must think I’m ignorant of how much work you do or the demands that are now made on your time since you became the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan. Or do you have another explanation for being so damn stupid?”

    His temper strained against a fraying leash.

    “When did that invitation arrive?” Jaenelle demanded.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire