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  • The Shadow Queen(Black Jewels,Book 7)(106) by Anne Bishop
  • She ran to the shed, probably pissing him off because she didn’t take his word for it, but she couldn’t care about that.

    Something, she thought as she searched under the potting bench and then the rest of the shed. Anything.

    The jumble of broken tools in the back left corner looked like it had been rummaged through already, but she pushed things aside for another look.

    And found a pot with some bad chips around the rim.

    Old, she thought as she shifted it to get a better look. And smaller than the others because it was divided into two sections, but still big enough.

    As she picked it up, she felt something give way at the bottom of the pot.

    Damn. If it was broken at the bottom, it wouldn’t be of any use.

    She set it on the potting bench to get a better look at it. Then she just stared.

    The small piece that broke off revealed a compartment under the pot—and the corner of a yellowed piece of paper that had been placed inside.

    Time was running out. She had to get this pot to Gray before the pear decayed. But even though she was certain she would feel foolish about wasting time when she saw what it was, she took those moments needed to pinch the corner of the paper and use Craft to pass the paper through the pot.

    The paper had been folded to fit the compartment and bore the Grayhaven seal. And on the front, in faded ink, was written, “For the Queen.”

    Cassidy looked at that corner of the shed and struggled to breathe.

    Spells releasing. Realigning. A jumble of old tools that never seemed to get straightened out. Had this been there all along, waiting?

    For the Queen.

    “Mother Night,” Cassidy whispered.

    Then she heard voices shouting. She vanished the paper, grabbed the pot, and ran back to where the others waited.

    No time, she thought. Or just enough.

    “Found this,” she said, dropping to her knees next to Gray. As he started filling one-half of the pot with soil, she cradled the last honey pear before it sank into the mush of the ones that hadn’t survived.

    This is the one that will stay at Grayhaven, she thought as she held it gently while Gray added soil. Maybe the others will be planted in an orchard here on the estate, but this one will grow near the house.

    When the last honey pear was safely planted, she sat back, tired and aching, and certain she looked like she’d been rolling in the dirt. Of course,Theran and Gray looked just as dirty.

    “Well,” she said,“should we put these pots on the terrace and then get on with our day?”

    “They all need water,” Gray said. “We’ll put them on the terrace, and then give them a good soaking.” He grinned at all the people around him. “Looks like we found the treasure after all.”

    “Where did you get that?” Theran said. He turned pale as he pointed to the bottom of the pot, where the broken piece revealed the compartment.

    “It was in that jumble of old stuff,” Cassidy replied.

    He shook his head. “I looked there. I didn’t find anything.”

    You weren’t supposed to find it.

    “It’s a wishing pot,” Theran said. “I remember that from the stories. The pots came from Jared’s family. The compartment held written messages, wishes.”

    “Did you find a message?” Gray asked her, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

    A message preserved for centuries. Hidden for centuries. A message for the Queen.

    She shook her head. After she read the message, she would decide whether to share it with the others.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire