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  • The Shadow Queen(Black Jewels,Book 7)(66) by Anne Bishop
  • The Eyrien stepped back. Theran sagged against the wall.

    The Eyrien looked at Ranon, who stiffened but offered no challenge. “Does the Master of the Guard live in this house?”

    “Yes,” Ranon replied. “But he’s not available until sundown.”

    “I’m aware of that. I have a delivery for him. And a few things to discuss.”

    The Eyrien walked into the house. No one asked him where he was going.

    “Mother Night,” Ranon said. Then he looked at Theran. “You all right?”

    “Bruises. Nothing more.” Except he had looked at death.

    The Eyrien wasn’t bluffing about skinning him alive.

    Cassidy walked into the healing room Shira had set up in the wing that held the working rooms for the court.

    “What’s going on?” Shira said. “Ranon keeps calling me on a psychic thread, telling me to get to the healing room as fast as I can, and I’ve never heard him sound so nervous. What’s . . . ?”

    Cassidy held out her hands.

    “Mother Night!”

    Shira hurried around the table where she mixed her tonics and healing brews. Her hands hovered around Cassidy’s but didn’t touch.

    Cassidy kept her eyes fixed on a spot over Shira’s left shoulder. “Can you fix them?”

    Shira let out a quivering sigh. “I think so. It’s going to take a while just to clean them out and see how bad it really is, but I think so.” She led Cassidy to a chair at one end of the table.

    Cassidy sat quietly, cocooned in pain. She didn’t pay attention as Shira hustled around the healing room, gathering supplies and starting a series of different brews to cleanse and heal. But she did look over when Shira placed a basin on the table.

    “What’s that for?” she asked.

    Shira gave her a long look. “This isn’t going to be easy, and I’m thinking one or both of us is going to need to puke in that basin before this is done.”

    Gray followed the Eyrien who had dared to dump cold water over Cassie. Who had yelled at Cassie.

    Bastard.

    Why didn’t Theran or Ranon say anything? Why did they let him do that?

    The bastard had no right. He—“had no right!”

    The Eyrien stopped and turned his head just enough to indicate he knew someone was behind him. Had probably known all along.

    The man was power and temper like he’d never felt before, but he would have his say.

    “She’s our Queen!” Gray shouted. “Ours! You had no right to be scolding her or getting her wet.”

    The Eyrien turned to look at him. “Your Queen,” he said quietly. “Why didn’t you stop her?”

    His eyes filled with frustrated tears. “She wouldn’t let me. She ordered me to stay away, to leave her alone. And she got hurt.” His shoulders sagged. “She got hurt.”

    The Eyrien took a step closer. “The first law is not obedience. The first law is to honor, cherish, and protect. The second is to serve. The third is to obey.”

    “But if you don’t obey, you get punished.”

    The Eyrien studied him. “Everything has a price. You take a chance of being punished, even killed, for challenging a Queen even if you’re doing it to protect her, but you accept that risk and do what you should. If the Queen is truly worthy of your loyalty, she’ll understand the reason for the challenge and back down. Doesn’t mean she’ll like it or be happy with the man, but she’ll back down.”

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