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“We do,” Daemon replied. Of course, “sex” was a pale word to describe what they had been doing, but he wasn’t about to debate her choice of words. Especially since she was watching the hand holding the coffee cup. Had noted the tremors. “Of course we do. ”
The baffled look changed to something that was almost angry, almost hostile. “You said it didn’t matter. You said you could accept that I no longer wore Ebony Jewels, was no longer dominant. ”
Her quiet intensity alarmed him. He set the cup down. “Itdoesn’t matter. Ican accept it. What is this about?”
“It’s about that. ” She waved a hand to indicate his own. “It’s about pretending that you were with a witch who was stronger than you, and now acting all shaky and nervous. ”
Sweetheart, you didn’t see the look in your eyes when we were in bed. But he saw the problem now. Despite having gotten married twice—once in a private ceremony and again in a public ceremony a few weeks later—she still wasn’t certain he had accepted the choice she had made.
After he’d dealt with the witches who had tried to stop the wedding by hurting her, Jaenelle had brought him to the Misty Place and shown him the truth. So heknew she could have been exactly the same as she had been before she’d sacrificed herself to save Kaeleer. She could have worn the Ebony Jewels again instead of Twilight’s Dawn, which had only a hint of Black. But she hadn’t wanted that much power, had never wanted to be so different and so distant from everyone else. And everyone around her, everyone who had loved her, was still adjusting to what they thought of as a loss.
“I’ll agree with the part about my being shaky, but I’ll dispute the accusation that I’m pretending to be nervous. ” He put enough punch in his voice to assure he’d have her attention.
“Men pretend sometimes. You can’t tell me they don’t. ”
He acknowledged that fact with a nod. “Sometimes a man does pretend he’s a little intimidated by the woman he’s bedding, even if he’s the one wearing the darker Jewels. ” And sometimes it wasn’t pretense; men just didn’t argue with women’s incorrect assessment—mostly because they figured women wouldn’t understand that the power that was sometimes being wielded had nothing whatsoever to do with the Jewels.
To give himself a moment to collect his thoughts, he picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.
Damn. If he’d known they were going to havethis kind of discussion, he would have put a warming spell on the cup. He swallowed the cold coffee and set the cup down.
“Would you say our enjoyment of each other this morning was intense?” he asked. “Because I would. ”
A blush stained Jaenelle’s cheeks. She nodded.
Daemon sighed, a sound of strained patience. Or patient exasperation. “Sweetheart, sometimes the body reacts. Should I apologize for feeling weak in the knees and quivering? I’m your husband, and I’m your lover. Being both—beingable to be both—still takes my breath away. ”
She studied him a moment longer, then reached across the table. He clasped her hand, craving the touch.
And that touch was enough to rekindle his arousal. He let his chained sexual heat wash over both of them, leaving her with no doubt that if they ended up in bed before the breakfast dishes were cleared,he would be the dominant partner.
She offered him a small, embarrassed smile before she released his hand and picked up her fork, a clear signal that she wasn’t ready for another romp in bed.
Then again, neither was he. Not really.
Relieved they could change the subject, he poured more coffee and gave his attention to his own breakfast. Since he’d already had his exercise for the day—and more—he was ravenous.
“What are you planning to do today?” he asked.
“I’m meeting Marian. We’re going to walk through the building we’re going to transform into a spooky house. ” Jaenelle gave him a bright smile that said,Ask me. Come on, ask me.
No sane man with any kind of functioning brain would go near that statement. But he knew his duty as a husband, so he said, “Spooky house?”
Jaenelle swallowed a bite of omelet. “I was visiting one of the landen villages that’s located near the family vineyards, and I got to talking to some of the boys. They had the strangest ideas of what the Blood are like—especially since common sense should tell them the things they think can’t be true. ”
“They’re boys,” he said. “They don’t have common sense. ”
“No doubt, but I thought it would be fun to create a house based on all the silly, spooky things they think we live with day to day. There are usually harvest festivals in the late autumn. We could have it ready by then as an entertainment. ”
“An entertainment. ” Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful. “Where is this entertainment?”
“We got a big old house in a landen village located in the central part of Dhemlan. Well, I bought it. It’s structurally sound, but it looks…” She shrugged.
There was something stuck in his throat. He was pretty sure it was his heart. “You bought a house?”And didn’t tell me?
“Yes. ”
She gave him an unsure but game smile—and he had a sudden understanding of the terror his father, the powerful, Black-Jeweled High Lord of Hell, must have felt during Jaenelle’s adolescence when greeted by that smile.
“What are you doing today?” Jaenelle asked.
Had Marian told Lucivar about this spooky house? Surely the lovely Eyrien hearth witch hadn’t kept it a secret from her own husband! Which was a thought he wasn’t going to follow to its logical conclusion because then he would start to wonder why his own lovely wife hadn’t informedhim until now.
But if Lucivarhad known, why hadn’t the prick sent a warning? A man didnot need to be blindsided by something like this at the breakfast table. Or any other time, for that matter.
“Daemon?”
“Uh?”Pay attention, fool. “Oh, I have some paperwork to finish up for my meetings with the Province Queens. ” He focused on his coffee cup and added, oh so casually, “And I thought I would drop in at the Keep and see how Father is doing. ”
“Uh-huh. ” Jaenelle sliced her omelet in half, put a half between two pieces of toast, and wrapped her breakfast in her napkin. “I have to run if I’m going to be on time to meet up with Marian. She’s a little nervous about doing this. ”
I wonder why. “Are you taking one of the Coaches?”
“No, I’ll just ride the Winds. ” She drained her coffee cup and stood up.
Something not quite right here. “It shouldn’t take that long to reach the landen village, should it?”
She came around the table and gave him a sweet kiss. “No, it won’t take that long. ” Then she gave him a wicked grin. “But first I have to yell at the cat for waking me up. ”
THREE
How did I get talked into this?Marian wondered as she followed Jaenelle into the next gloomy room of the old landen house that had sat empty and neglected for the past decade or more. Of course, based on what she’d seen so far, the house hadn’t been cared for even when people had lived in it.
She waited until Jaenelle nudged open one of the slatted shutters to let in dingy light through the grimy window. Then she looked around and decided this was the worst room yet. Judging by the furniture, this must have been the dining room. Judging by the wallpaper, the people who had lived here must have wanted to discourage everyone from lingering over a meal.
“Cobwebs,” Jaenelle said, looking at the corners of the room.
Marian winced as she forced herself to take a closer look around. She was here because her hearth witch practicality provided balance for Jaenelle’s more whimsical ideas. Besides, they were family. Jaenelle had been adopted by Lucivar’s father when she was twelve, so even though there was no bloodline connecting them, Jaenelle was Lucivar’s sister—and Lucivar’s Queen. Since Marian was L
ucivar’s wife, that meant Jaenelle was alsoher sister now.
And there was another connection between them. If Jaenelle hadn’t saved her and brought her to Kaeleer, she wouldn’t have survived the attack by five Eyrien Warlords, and if she hadn’t survived, she wouldn’t have fallen in love with a strong, wonderful man, and she wouldn’t have a son.
So she owed Jaenelle. But debt or not, family or not, there was only so muchick a hearth witch could handle.
“Yes,” she said. “Those cobwebs definitely will have to be cleaned out. ”
“No. Well, yes,those will have to be cleaned out, but we’ll put new cobwebs in the corners. Black, sooty strands. Clots and layers. Maybe add an illusion spell in a couple of them so it looks like there’s something moving. ”
Marian shuddered. Her membranous wings, shades darker than her brown skin, were pulled in tight to her body, an instinctive response to make herself look smaller. “They think our homes have cobwebs?” She wasn’t sure if she was insulted or appalled.
“And rats,” Jaenelle said cheerfully as she called in a list and handed it to Marian. “I took notes when I was talking to the boys. ”
Those weren’t boys,Marian thought darkly as she studied the list. Those were maggot-brained little beasts. “We can’t have rats. ”
“Not real rats,” Jaenelle conceded. “But we can create a skittering noise so it sounds like there are rats in the walls. ” She looked around, considering, then frowned as they both heard askitter skitter .
Marian closed her eyes for a moment. They’d bring some of the kindred wolves with them the next time to deal with the rats already in residence.
“So these”—maggot-brained beasts—“boys think the Blood live in moldy rooms with creaking doors and squeaking floors and furniture that hasn’t been dusted in a decade, and we eat in rooms that have cobwebs in the corners and rats in the walls. ”