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  • The Invisible Ring(Black Jewels,Book 4)(149) by Anne Bishop
  • “He’s already gone.” Jared said fiercely. “It was Brock, Randolf. All the time, it was Brock. His Queen sold him into slavery.He sold himself to Hayll.” Weary, Jared rubbed his hands over his face. “You had the wrong man, but you were also right—Hayll’s petis tainted.”

    Looking past Jared, Randolf studied Garth as if seeing him for the first time. ‘“He was a guard.”

    A fierce intelligence filled Garth’s pale blue eyes. A huge fist thumped the large chest. “Mmmaster.”

    “He was a Master of the Guard.” Jared said.

    Randolf swore, but there was pain, not violence, in the words. “To do that to a Master . . .” he said softly.

    “Let’s not waste time,” Jared said. “We’ve got to help Lia and Thera plan a defense against—”

    “Jared—” Talon warned.

    Before Jared could turn, Garth’s hand landed on his shoulder hard enough to make his knees buckle.

    “Lllisten to Queen,” Garth said, giving Jared a little shake. “Queen sssmart. Confuses mmmales.”

    “Confusing us is helpful?” Talon asked dryly.

    Garth waved his other hand. Blaed prudently ducked.

    “Hayll. All mmmales out there. Confuse mmmales here. Confuse mmmales there.” Garth gave them all a deadly smile. “Confuse Brock always. Sssmart Queen. You lllisten.”

    Giving Jared a friendly whump on the back that tumbled him into Talon and Randolf, Garth left the room.

    “Well,” Talon said after a moment, “he’s got a point.

    It’s damn hard to block someone’s moves if you can’t figure out how she thinks.“

    “Yes,” Jared replied thoughtfully. Something Brock had said about links and psychic scents and Jewels kept teasing him, but its significance stayed just out of reach. “Let’s find out a little more about this Queen’s gamble our Ladies are planning.”

    “Even if it confuses us?” Blaed said with a hint of a smile.

    Something. Something. “Especially if it confuses us.”

    Chapter Thirty

    Krelis leaned back against the table, crossed his feet at the ankles, and studied the surly man before him. “You disappointed me, Brock. You didn’t live up to your side of the bargain.”

    “I did,” Brock replied belligerently. “I did what I agreed to do. Wasn’tmy fault there were problems that evenyou didn’t anticipate.”

    Krelis crossed his arms to keep his hand away from his knife. “What kind of problems?”

    When Brock took a step toward Krelis, two Opal-Jeweled Hayllian guards grabbed his arms and hauled him back.

    Brock struggled uselessly for a moment.

    Krelis caught a whiff of fear and found himself aroused by it. “What kind of problems?”

    “A broken Black Widow who wasn’t broken,” Brock said, pouting. “A Warlord Prince who’d disguised what he was until we were well into the journey. Garth still having brains enough to figure out what the buttons were for and picking them up after I’d left them for the marauders to find. That damn Red-Jeweled nonman deciding to play Queen’s stud. You can’t blame me for any of that.”

    “Perhaps not,” Krelis said. “But the fact is your inability to perform your task greatly inconvenienced the High Priestess—and there are penalties for inconveniencing the High Priestess of Hayll.”

    “I did my part,” Brock insisted, trying to shake off the guards. “You’ve got the little bitch-Queen now.”

    Krelis looked at the other four guards who had quietly entered the room. At his nod, the guards restraining Brock tightened their hold.

    “But the inconvenience, Brock.” Krelis shook his head. “Some compensation has to be made for the inconvenience.” Smiling, he withdrew the large white feather from his leather vest and unsheathed his knife. “I have one more small task for you, and then our bargain will be complete.”

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