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The lazy, arrogant sh bite in his voice to warn the other e He’d never challenged a servant in his life On the other hand, he’d never noring the subtle, stiff-legged displays of doe and dumped it on the floor "Beale? Would you ask Helene to prepare a suite in the fa for Prince Yaslana?"

"It would be my pleasure, Lady"

Jaenelle pointed toward the back of the great hall "Papa?"

"In his study"

Lucivar followed Jaenelle to the last right-hand door, trying, unsuccessfully, to think of another reason besides aleam in Beale’s eyes

Jaenelle tapped on the door and went in before anyone answered Lucivar followed close on her heels and then stu in front of the blackwood desk turned around

Daemon

While they stared at each other, both too startled to respond, Lucivar took in the details that denied the gut reaction

The dark psychic scent was similar, yet subtly different The man before him was an inch or two shorter than Daemon and race The thick black hair was silvered at the teht of burdens--belonged to a man at the end of his prime or a little beyond But that face Masculine Handsoher model for Dae, black-tinted nails and the Black-Jeweled ring

Saetan crossed his arainst the desk, and saidto throttle you"

Instinctively, Lucivar bared his teeth and stepped forward to protect his Queen

Jaenelle’s aggrieved, adolescent wail stopped him cold

"That’s the sixth tier flooded Lucivar How dare the High Lord threaten her!

Except his darling Cat didn’t see hard to keep a straight face

"Sixth time?" Saetan said, his deep voice still mild but laced with an undercurrent of amusement

"Twice from Prothvar, twice from Uncle Andulvar--"

All the blood drained out of Lucivar’s headUncle Andulvar?

"--once from Mephis, and now you"

Saetan’s lips twitched "Prothvar alants to throttle you so that’s no surprise, and you do have a knack for provoking Andulvar, but what did you do to annoy Mephis?"

Jaenelle stuffed her hands in her trouser pockets "I don’t know," she grumped "He said he couldn’t discuss it while I was in the rooh filled the roohter and Jaenelle’s tely at Lucivar "And I suppose Lucivar has never threatened to throttle you, so he wouldn’t understand the impulse to express the desire even when there was no intention of ever carrying it out"

"Oh, no," Jaenelle replied "He just threatens to wallopyour pardon?" he asked softly, coldly

Lucivar shifted back into a fighting stance

Startled, Jaenelle looked at both of theue about thehen you ?"

"Stay out of this, Cat," Lucivar snarled, watching his adversary

Snarling back, she threw a punch at hih temper behind it that it could have broken his jaw if he hadn’t dodged it

The tussle that folloas just turning into fun when Saetan roared, "Enough!" He glared at therowled, "How in the naether and survive?"