"Jaenelle," Daemon said, springing to his feet. He sent out a psychic probe, a quick, casting search for her, and brushed against a spot in the Hall that was burning cold. Despite his pulling back quickly, the lancing pain almost drove him to his knees. And that drove him forward.
"Daemon, no!" Saetan said, struggling to get to his feet.
Daemon ran through the corridors. He didn't need to search anymore. The corridors got colder and colder the closer he got to the room where she had unleashed that power.
"Daemon!"
He heard Saetan running to catch up to him, but by then he'd reached the door to the room. Using Craft, he opened the door, then stepped into the room.
The cold had a jagged edge that was physically painful, but he barely noticed it because, as he looked around, he couldn't quite understand what he was seeing. It wasn't until he realized that the odd red speckles on the windows were frozen drops of blood that his mind identified the rest...
"Daemon."
... and he understood what Lucivar had been telling him about Jaenelle's forced marriage.She splattered him all over the room.
"Daemon."
He heard the plea in Saetan's voice, but couldn't respond to it. A peculiar numbness had settled over his emotions ... and without being able to feel, he could think.
He knew why Saetan hadn't wanted him to see this room. By the very nature of his duties, a Consort couldn't be inhibited when dealing with his Queen. A Consort knowingly and willingly made himself physically vulnerable to her in ways no other male in the court had to. A Consort who feared his Queen couldn't function in the bed.
But he'd seen this side of her before. Oh, it had been only a faint glimpse, but he'd known that this was another facet of Witch.
And this was the side of her that would be drawn to the surface by intense arousal as well as intense rage. Could he live with that? Could he lead the sexual dance once he brought out this side of her?
The heat of the sexual hunger inside him, the driving need to mate with Witch that suddenly engulfed him, burned away the emotional numbness. And left in its place a chilling approval of what he saw.
He stepped out of the room and closed the door.
"Daemon," Saetan said softly, watching him.
Daemon smiled. "It's a pity about the wallpaper. It was a lovely design."
4 / Kaeleer
"Well," Surreal said as she pushed her hair away from her face, "I don't think any of the 'guests' are going to be eager to leave their rooms right now, do you?"
"No," Falonar replied, sounding a bit queasy, "I don't."
"Yeah." Surreal leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. "Shit."
"Were you hurt by ...that?" Falonar asked, meaning the blast of power that had shaken the Hall. He briefly touched her shoulder before stepping back.
Surreal shook her head.Hurt? No. Scared shitless? Oh, yes.
But the people who lived with Jaenelledidn't live in constant fear. In fact, thinking about how Karla and Lucivar had acted in the courtyard, she would have called their behavior cautious rather than fearful—and that caution wasn't usually in evidence either.
Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, she scowled at Falonar and decided to tackle something easier—like the arrogant Way he had been tossing out orders after they reached the courtyard. "I could have handled that bastard."
Falonar looked insulted. "It's a male's right to defend and protect."
Surreal bared her teeth. "I've heard that song before, and—"
"Then you should heed that song, Lady—and respect it."
"Why? Because poor little me isn't capable of handling myself in a fight?" she said with venom-laced sweetness.
"Because you're deadlier," he snarled. He paced a few steps away from her, swore, paced back."That's why males defend, Lady Surreal. Because you females are deadlier when you're roused—and you're merciless when you're riding the killing edge. At least if I go down first in a fight, I don't have to deal with you afterward."
Not sure if she'd just been complimented or insulted, Surreal said nothing. She was about to concede that hemight have a point when he growled at her, "You've picked a lousy time to play the bitch. It's going to be hard enough facing Yaslana without having to dance with you right now."
Now thatwas an insult. "Since you feel like that, sugar, I'll just get out of your way." She pushed away from the wall.
Falonar reached out, touched her arm. "Surreal... You were right. I should have killed that bastard. Now I'll have to accept the consequences for that error." He hesitated, and added quietly, "He could have killed you or Lady Benedict with that poisoned knife."
She shrugged. "You couldn't have known about the knife, and he didn't kill either one of us, so—"
"What difference does that make?" Falonar said harshly. "My error gave him the chance."
Surreal studied him. "You think you're going to be punished?"
"That's a certainty. The only question is how severe it will be."
"Well, I have a few things to say about that. When Lucivar gets around to discussing this—"
"There is no discussion," Falonar snapped. "He's the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih. I serve him. He'll do as he pleases." He looked away. "I'd rather be tied to the whipping posts than be sent back to Terreille."
"There's no reason for you to be punished at all!"
Falonar smiled grimly. "That's the way it is, Lady Surreal."
We'll just see about that,Surreal thought.
5 / Kaeleer
Daemon watched Saetan pour a large brandy. "Can you drink that?" he asked, keeping his voice mildly curious.
"It gives me vicious headaches," Saetan replied, pouring a second glass for Daemon. "But I doubt it's going to make the one I've already got any worse, so..." He raised his glass in a salute, then swallowed half the brandy. "Dejaal was Prince Jaal's son."
Mentioning the tiger Warlord Prince seemed an abrupt change of subject. "Lucivar found the men?"
"And got the information we wanted before they were executed."
Daemon studied his father. Something wasn't quite right here. Since he didn't know what questions to ask, he voiced his own concern. "Jaenelle isn't here, is she?"
Saetan shook his head. "She's gone to Ebon Askavi— and has asked to be left alone for the time being."
"Are you going to abide by her wishes?" Daemon asked carefully.
Saetan's look was steady and far too knowing."We are going to abide by her wishes. If she needs to remain cold in order to make the decisions that have to be made, forcing her to feel before she's ready would be cruel."
Daemon nodded. He didn't like it, but he could accept it. His thoughts went back to the three men who had been waiting to help Osvald abduct Wilhelmina. "Those men served Hekatah and Dorothea?"
"They worked for them."
He felt Saetan retreat, so he pressed. "Lucivar executed the men?" It wouldn't have been Lucivar's first kill, sothat couldn't be bothering Saetan. Was there something different about a formal execution?
"The other males in the First Circle withdrew their right to collect any part of the debt that was owed them for the death of a Brother," Saetan said.
"What does that mean?" Daemon asked slowly.
Saetan hesitated, then finished the brandy before replying. "It means they gave those men to Jaal... and to Kaelas."
6 / Kaeleer
Fuming silently, Surreal glared at the four men in the High Lord's study. She had snarled her way into this little discussion, only to be bluntly told that they would tolerate her presence as long as she didn't interfere. Her opinion wasn't requested or required.
If it had been any other men, she would have given them her opinion ofthat, probably delivered on the end of her stiletto. But Lucivar looked like he'd been pushed hard enough and wouldn't hesitate to throw her out—throughthe door. And Saetan and Andulvar Yaslana weren't the kind of men who would allow anyone to step on their authority as Steward and Master of the Guard.
What really bit her was that Falonar hadn't looked at her once since she'd managed to win enough of the argument to stay in the room. She would have thought that he'd be grateful to have someone speak in his defense. But he ...
Well, that was fine. That wasjust fine. She didn't need to be there, wasting her time on a thick-skinned, hard-headed male who didn't want her there in the first place.
She looked at Lucivar at that moment, saw the sharp amusement in his gold eyes, and knew that, now, if she tried to leave, she would be ordered to stay. So instead of cursing herself for her own stubbornness, she cursed Lucivar instead. And seeing his amusement deepen, realized he knew it—the prick.
Saetan leaned against his blackwood desk and crossed his arms. "Prince Falonar, please explain your actions this morning."
His voice sounded polite, only mildly curious. Surreal wondered if that was a bad sign.
Falonar responded. In Surreal's opinion, the dry recitation of actions fell far short of an explanation, but the other men didn't seem to notice that.
When Falonar finished speaking, Saetan looked at Andulvar and Lucivar, then back at Falonar. "You erred on the side of caution," Saetan said quietly. "That's understandable—and, in a Warlord Prince, also unacceptable. You can't afford the luxury of caution."
Falonar swallowed hard. "Yes, sir."
"You do understand that discipline is required?"
"Yes, sir."
Saetan nodded, appearing satisfied. He looked at Lucivar. "This is your decision."
Falonar turned to face Lucivar.
Lucivar studied him for a moment. "Five days of extra guard duty, beginning tomorrow."
Instead of looking relieved, Falonar looked as if he'd been slapped.