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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(170) by Anne Bishop
  • He felt all the blood drain out of his head. “Why would there be a second part if the two of you already discussed this?”

    “Because with Jaenelle Saetien, there is always a second part to a discussion.”

    That was a frightening truth. “All right. I’ll meet these new friends.”

    “One of them is in her room. The other is in the stables.”

    “I take it these new friends have boy parts?”

    Surreal released his shirt and leaned back. “Trust me, Sadi. Their boy parts are the least of your problems.”

    Once Daemon was on his way to meet his daughter’s new friends, Surreal breathed out a shuddery sigh. No sign or scent of blood or wounds, so it wasn’t likely that he and Lucivar had done more than yell at each other.

    If it had been anyone other than Lucivar, even if the man’s actions had been innocent or unintentional . . .

    Sadi hadn’t looked like a man who had shattered the family by maiming or killing his brother. No, her sense of him when he’d walked into the study was that of a man who knew it would take some work to clean up the emotional mess he’d left behind when he’d thundered out of the Hall.

    She called in her favorite stiletto and studied its edge.

    She’d been twelve when she was raped, but the man hadn’t been strong enough to take more than her virginity. She’d come away from that bed with her Birthright Green Jewels and her power still intact.

    Jaenelle Angelline had been twelve when she was raped. No one could have taken away Witch’s power—she stood too deep in the abyss for anyone to do that—but she had abandoned her body for almost two years, traveling roads in the Twisted Kingdom, and maybe even the Darkness itself, that no one else could walk. And what had been done to her in Briarwood had left emotional scars that had haunted her all her life.

    Daemon had married two women who had been scarred by rape, and he wasn’t without scars himself—not with what she guessed had been done to him as a child and what he’d endured as a pleasure slave. So any hint that his daughter might be at risk of having the same kind of scars was enough to have his temper turn cold and brutal and committed to slaughter.

    That was the mess Daemon had left her with this morning—trying to find a way to explain to a frightened girl why her darling papa had been so angry about the boy parts. Jaenelle Saetien had been more worried about getting Uncle Lucivar into trouble than whatever punishment she might face for failing to tell her father about the incident at the pool—and she’d been worried that she had somehow hurt her papa’s heart.

    Which was true.

    Surreal vanished the stiletto, grabbed two fistfuls of hair, and pulled gently to ease some of the ache around her skull.

    Old memories were bound to start surfacing now that they were this close to Jaenelle Saetien’s Birthright Ceremony.

    But old memories weren’t the only things surfacing now, and she didn’t know what to think about that.

    Jaenelle Saetien’s new friend was a half-grown Arcerian cat named Kaele. A Warlord Prince who wore a Green Birthright Jewel.

    May the Darkness have mercy on me, Daemon thought as the cat put himself between man and girl.

    Kaele looked at Daemon and snarled.

    Daemon looked at Kaele and snarled—and let his Black power thunder softly through the room, leaving no doubt about who was the dominant male.

    “No no no,” Jaenelle said, throwing herself on the cat and clamping both arms around his neck. “Do not snarl at Papa! He won’t let us play if you snarl at him.”

    *Why are you here?* Daemon asked on a spear thread.

    *To be friends with your kitten,* Kaele replied. *And with you. The Weavers said it was time.*

    Mother Night.

    There were rules for the wilder kindred to follow when they stayed at the Hall. He just couldn’t remember any of them.

    Well, there was the most important one.

    “Do not swat anyone or eat anyone without asking me first,” he said.

    *I could ask the dogs,* Kaele said, clearly preferring to communicate with other kindred.

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