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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(165) by Anne Bishop
  • He was dressed and striding for his bedroom’s door when Surreal rushed in from her room.

    “Jaenelle’s practically in hysterics,” she said. “What in the name of Hell is going on?”

    “I don’t know yet.” His hand closed on the door’s handle.

    “Where are you going?”

    He turned his head and looked at her—and watched her freeze because she recognized the difference between dealing with the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan and the High Lord of Hell.

    But she swallowed hard and pushed, because Surreal wouldn’t do anything less. “Daemon, where are you going?”

    He yanked on the handle and ripped the door off its hinges. Letting it fall, he snarled, “I’m going to have a chat with my brother.”

    All the way to Ebon Rih, Daemon worked to keep his temper chained—at least until he had some kind of explanation from Prince Yaslana.

    “Oh, tch. I’ve seen boy parts before.... Uncle Lucivar said it was all right!

    Memories swam too close to the surface. Memories of a place called Briarwood and men who were called uncles—men who violated little girls. Memories of Jaenelle Angelline’s body torn from a savage rape. And blood. So much blood. That terrible night had been the first time he’d seen Witch in the Misty Place after he’d fallen too far in the abyss and shattered his mind.

    He dropped from the Black Wind to the landing web below Lucivar’s eyrie. The air around him turned frigid, and the green leaves of the nearby plants frosted as he climbed the steps to the flagstone courtyard.

    He walked into his brother’s home without knocking, then twisted the chain on his temper a little more when he heard Daemonar and Titian chattering in the kitchen—and heard Lucivar answer some question that had been inserted in the chatter.

    Maybe it was better this way, with the children here. If Lucivar had been alone . . .

    He walked into the kitchen. Titian looked up and gave him a cheerful, “Hi, Uncle Daemon,” before she picked up his mood and hunched in her seat.

    Lucivar gave him one measuring look, then continued cooking breakfast.

    Daemonar stood up, a young Warlord Prince prepared to die defending his father and sister. The boy swallowed hard and said, “It wasn’t Jaenelle’s fault.”

    “It wasn’t anyone’s fault,” Lucivar said with such dismissive certainty the tone pierced Daemon’s cold rage, leaving behind a moment’s doubt.

    “But something did happen,” Daemon said too softly.

    Lucivar shrugged, then filled two of the plates on the counter with eggs and bacon, adding slices of toast and a bowl of summer berries. Calling in a tray, he stacked it with the plates, silverware, the butter dish, and a jar of Marian’s jam. He took two glasses from a cupboard and filled them with milk.

    “Daemonar, take the tray into the dining room. You and your sister have breakfast in there. Titian, can you carry the milk?”

    “We’re supposed to eat where?” Daemonar asked as Lucivar handed him the tray.

    “Dining room,” Lucivar replied. “You know. The place you only see on special occasions. Now go.”

    “But, Papa.”


    Daemonar glanced at Daemon, fear in his eyes. “Come on, Titian.”

    Daemon said nothing, did nothing except assess every move and every sound Lucivar made. When the children were in the other room, he wrapped a Black shield around the kitchen, then added an aural shield. Whatever they said to each other would remain private—providing they were both still alive when the discussion was done.

    Lucivar took two white mugs from the cupboard. “Coffee?”

    “Not yet.” He didn’t eat with an enemy. Refusing the coffee right now was a warning that while he and Lucivar would always be brothers, they might no longer be friends.

    Lucivar filled one mug, then set the coffeepot back on the stove. “I’m surprised you didn’t show up sooner. And frankly, Bastard, I’m surprised you’re this pissed off about it.”

    “My daughter was exposed to a naked male. You knew and didn’t tell me.You’re damn right I’m pissed off about it.”

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