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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(123) by Anne Bishop
  • Of course she would. Jaenelle the Healer didn’t tolerate any nonsense or sass.

    *Can you sit up?* she asked.

    *I think so.* She helped him sit up, and being closer helped clear his vision enough to know he was looking at Jaenelle as she was now rather than the girl in the dream.

    *There.* She settled herself on the side of the bed and reached for the two bowls of flavored ice floating on air. She handed him one. *Raspberry. Your favorite.*

    He grinned. *It’s as if you knew I wanted some.*

    She grinned in return. *Imagine that.*

    A voice full of lightning and caverns and midnight skies floated through the Darkness, winding its way through sleep and dreams.

    We know your face, the voice whispered.

    For most, whether they were demon-dead or living, there was a kind of comfort in hearing the words, in being known by that voice.

    We know your face.

    But one man opened his eyes and shivered with fear, knowing his time was running out.

    SIX

    Daemon tucked his hands in his trousers pockets. Then, remembering the gesture didn’t belong to the boy whose face he now wore, he withdrew them and asked, “How do I look?”

    Tersa studied him, looking confused in a way that worried him. The mundane world was a fragile thing for his mother, more like an illusion she could interact with than solid ground and living people. For Tersa, the roads of the Twisted Kingdom were far more real.

    “You look shorter,” she finally said.

    Did she see the illusion Jaenelle had made or did she see right past the illusion to a memory of the boy he had been?

    *Are you sleepy? I am sleepy. It is time for bed now.*

    Daemon looked at the shadow, the complex illusion that Jaenelle had made using Tildee as the template. “Hush.”

    The Sceltie looked at him. Then she sneezed.

    “Jaenelle talked to you about this,” he said to Tersa. “Remember? I’m pretending to be Mikal to catch the man who hurt Beron and Sylvia.”

    Tersa nodded. “Yes. You have to catch him so that the Mikal boy can stay with me again.”

    “That’s right.”

    She frowned. “And I am supposed to pretend to be a weak female who is no threat to him.”

    “Yes.” He stepped up to her and took her hands. “Darling, he is going to come here, to your cottage. When he does, don’t get in his way. Let him come up here, to the Mikal boy’s room. I’ll be here, pretending to be Mikal, and I will deal with him. Do you understand?”

    She nodded. “I will let him come up and see the Mikal boy.”

    *Are you sleepy? I am sleepy. It is time for bed now.*

    “I’ll warm up some milk for you,” Tersa said. “You shouldn’t have a nutcake so late at night, but it’s all right if it’s a special treat.” She walked out of the bedroom.

    *Are you sleepy? I am sleepy. It is time for bed now.*

    “Shut up,” Daemon growled.

    The Sceltie growled back.

  • Romance | Fantasy | Vampire