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She came around the corner, hesitated a moment, then hurried to reach him.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, sounding like she was braced for bad news.
“Why would something be wrong?”
“You’re outside. ”
“It’s a soft night in early summer,” he replied, smiling. “The air is deliciously scented with all the things that are growing. ” And I was waiting for you.
“Gray, I’m sorry about the illusion spell. I didn’t know it would upset you. I just wanted to look . . . ” She pressed her lips together.
He shifted away from the wall and put his hands on her waist, holding her lightly. “How did you want to look?”
“Pretty. Or as pretty as someone like me can look. ”
He heard pain and bitterness in her voice, and he suspected someone had inflicted a deep wound at some time in her life, but he didn’t understand what that wound had to do with her using that stupid illusion spell. “Why do you want to be pretty when you’re already beautiful?”
So vulnerable.
She didn’t believe him. Couldn’t believe him.
She drew in a breath, probably to deny what he’d said. Instead, she looked at him, and he saw the moment she realized his hands were on her, realized how close they were standing, realized what the brush of her body was doing to his.
“Cassie,” Gray whispered.
He placed the first feather kiss at the corner of her mouth and worked his way along a cheekbone up to her temple. “Cassie. ”
“She doesn’t understand yet how you see her, boyo,” Daemon had said, “so don’t waste your breath on words that will cause her to pay attention to the wrong things. ”
He didn’t waste his breath. He diligently practiced the things he’d been taught that evening and felt her melt against him, caught the intoxicating scent of her arousal, both physical and psychic. When she pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue in his mouth, he wrapped his arms around her and almost ignored the last instruction.
His self-preservation kicked in when he remembered who would demand an explanation if he ignored that last instruction.
He waited until she broke the kiss before he eased back—and added the footnote to the evening.
“Everything has a price, Lady,” Gray said, smiling. “You owe me a little something for that illusion spell. ”
A jumble of emotions in her hazel eyes, wariness and arousal being dominant. “What do I owe you?”
“The answer to a question. ”
She relaxed a little.
“Are the freckles only on your face?”
Her face colored. She swallowed hard and eventually said, “No, they’re not just on my face. ”
“I’m looking forward to seeing the rest of them. ” He stepped back, not sure if he wanted to snarl or whimper about that particular instruction. “Come on. It’s late. I’ll walk you back to the house. ”
She looked a little dazed during the walk back to the house. She looked more than a little confused as he nudged her inside and closed the door.
And he thought the light would be burning in her bedroom for a while longer that night.
Returning to his little room in the shed, he stripped and got into bed. He wanted to write the letter to Lord Burle and ask about the plants, but he didn’t feel quite ballsy enough to write a polite letter to Burle when he was having these kinds of feelings about the man’s daughter—and wanting to do things with that daughter that were less than polite.
So he turned off the lamp and lay in the dark, thinking about the evening. He’d made friends tonight. He was damaged, and they didn’t dismiss that, but even though nothing had been said, the High Lord, Lucivar, and Daemon had made it plain that they expected him to live up to his potential. And if he asked, they would show him how.
“Daemon? Have you kissed men before?”
“I have. ” Sadi’s mouth curved in a predatory smile. “Some even survived the experience. ”
“Have you taught other boys to kiss the way you just taught me?”
The smile softened, and there was an odd expression in Daemon’s gold eyes. “I taught Jared. And Blaed. ”
Ebon ASKAVI
Saetan swirled the brandy in the snifter.
“If I’d known about this bitch, she wouldn’t still be among the living. ”
He should have known about her. Daemon had said the witch wasn’t a girl, and it was hard to believe this incident was the first time she’d flirted that way with a married man—especially because the detail of taking a shirt as a trophy kept tugging at him, making him think the scenario he’d told Jaenelle wasn’t just a scenario. It was also hard to believe she waited decades between her victims, which meant she’d been playing this game while he’d actively ruled Dhemlan.
And no one had told him. Even if the Queens, for some inexplicable reason, had chosen to remain ignorant of the bitch’s activities, at least one Warlord Prince should have had balls enough to come to the Hall and inform him.
His conclusion? Some of her prey had helped cover her tracks and hide her games.
He wasn’t interested in the men. Not yet, anyway. But the witch who had dared try to tangle up his son in her petty little game . . .
A flicker of memory, there and gone. A man’s anguish. A child’s face.
Or what was left of the child’s face.
There and gone.
Taking the brandy with him, he went out to one of the courtyards.
“When I stepped away from the living Realms, and Dhemlan,” he told the night sky,“I thought I’d given Daemon a healthy Territory and a clean slate to begin his rule. But it looks like I have some unfinished business after all. ”
CHAPTER 24
TERREILLE
Several days after the dinner party at the Keep,Theran walked into Powell’s office so soon after breakfast, the Steward wasn’t settled behind his desk yet.
“Did the letter arrive?” he asked.
“The messenger just returned from the Keep with the sack,” Powell replied. “I haven’t even opened it yet. ”
“Well, get on with it. ”
Before Powell could say what he looked like he wanted to say, Ranon and Shira walked into the office, with Archerr following right behind them.
“Did the letter arrive?” Ranon asked.
“Hell’s fire,” Powell muttered. “The last time this many men were interested in a single letter, it was because all the young men in my village were waiting to see who the prettiest girl had asked to be her escort to the harvest dance. ”
“It’s been enough time,” Theran muttered. “How long can it take to write down the names of a few plants?”
Shira rolled her eyes. “Men are so dim about some things. The more it matters, the more time it takes. ”
Theran gave Ranon a sharp smile. “So what’s Ranon hurrying that he shouldn’t be?”
Ranon snarled at Theran.
“I wasn’t talking about him,” Shira said.
“If anyone is interested,” Powell said, “Lady Cassidy has two letters here—no, three. And there’s a box for Gray. Looks like Prince Sadi’s writing on the label, and that’s definitely the SaDiablo seal. ”
“Damn,” Theran and Ranon said.
Theran sighed, then raked his fingers through his dark hair. “Give it to me. I’ll take it out to Gray. ” And try to figure out what to say today when that look of disappointment fills his eyes.
Powell handed over the box.
Breakfast felt like a cold, heavy lump in Theran’s stomach, and it got heavier and colder with every step he took toward the ground Gray was breaking for this new planting.
He’s working too hard, hoping for too much, Theran thought. These past few days, he had the feeling that Gray had made a blind leap and had broken the life he’d cobbled together, but wasn’t sure of what kind
of life he would have in its place. What kind of life he could build.
If he could build anything at all.
“Gray?”
Gray set aside the spade and reached for the water jug. He glanced at the box Theran carried, but he didn’t ask about it. He drank, then pulled a scrap of towel out of the waistband of his trousers and wiped his face.
“No letter,” he said.
There was a flatness in Gray’s voice, a lack of light in his eyes, that worried Theran.
“No letter,” Theran said. “But this box came from Prince Sadi. Gray, it hasn’t been that long since you sent the letter. ”
“Long enough for a mother to decide that she doesn’t want a particular man showing interest in her daughter. ”
Mother Night, Gray, what are you thinking?
The hurt in Gray’s voice made it clear exactly what his cousin was thinking: he wasn’t good enough to be more than a friend.
“Open the box,” Theran said. “Maybe there’s an explanation. ”
Gray wiped his hands on his trousers to clean off some of the dirt. Then he took the box and set it on the freshly turned earth, which made Theran wonder why he’d bothered to wipe off his hands.
The box had a simple hook closure, so whatever was inside couldn’t be valuable. Or it meant that no one would be foolish enough to take anything from a box that had the SaDiablo seal.
Gray opened the box. He sat back on his heels. He lifted one Craft-preserved flower out of the box. Then another—and another until he was holding a bouquet.
“There’s a note and a book in there,” Theran said, looking into the box. “And something else. ”
Handing the bouquet to Theran, Gray opened the note.
“ ‘Prince Gray,’ ” Gray read.
“A common-ground planting is a wonderful idea. The seeds I gave Cassie were meant to span the seasons, so there aren’t many yet that I can show you. I’ve sent flowers from the late-spring and early-summer plants, but hopefully you’ll be able to match the others from the sketches in the book. The bulbs can go in pots. Those, too, span the seasons—a reminder of family as she makes a new home. Burle spoke highly of you. I’m beginning to see why. I hope we can meet one day. Devra. ”