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A muffled chuckle-snort came from the direction of the worktable where Mrs Beale was busily chopping up some meat

"And with that one little explanation, the humans suddenly realized why soer life span," Lucivar added with annoying cheerfulness "After Ladvarian ed to hie, white, furry paw and squashed the puppy

"Ours!" said the puppy, wriggling out fro sedative for the Warlord who had just discovered that his bitch was also a Priestess"

"Mother Night" Saetan switched to a Red spear thread "Why does a ?"

"That’s what he said his naue?" "After that," Lucivar continued, "Khary dragged us to Tuathal to see Lady Duana, who had a few pointed things to say about not being told there were kindred in her Territory"

Yes, he was sure the Queen of Scelt would have had quite a few things to say--and would have a few more to say tohim

Jaenelle hid her face in the kitten’s fur

Lucivar, da this now that he could dump it into so into the conversation, Lucivar continued the tale "In the invigorating discussion that followed, it came out that there are also two breeds of horses who are kindred"

Saetan swayed Lucivar propped hih-ann’s faine how surprised people hen they discovered their horses could talk back to them," Lucivar said

Saetan knelt beside Jaenelle At least if he fainted noouldn’t fall so far "And our feline Brother?"

Jaenelle’s fingers tightened in the kitten’s fur Her eyes held a dark, dangerous look "Kaelas is Arcerian He’s an orphan His ue, the word meant "white death" It usually referred to a kind of snowstor--swift, violent, and deadly

Saetan switched to a spear thread again "I suppose no one named him, either"

"Nope," Lucivar replied

Saetan didn’t like the sober caution in Lucivar’s tone He reached out to pet the kitten

Kaelas took a swipe at hih Lord"

Kaelas snarled, displaying an i to shrug off either

"Here you are, sweeties," Mrs Beale cooed, setting tls on the kitchen floor "Some meat and warm milk"

Saetan eyed his cook This was the same woman who always cornered hiarden? Then he looked at the bowl of chopped oing to serve for lunch?"

Mrs Beale glared at hi the kitchen to Mrs Beale and her charges, Saetan headed for his suite Lucivar ith him

"The puppy’s cute," Saetan said If that was the best he could do, he definitely needed to rest

"Don’t let puppy cute fool you," Lucivar said quietly "He’s a Warlord, and there’s a shrewd intelligence inside that furry little head Coe Warlord Prince predator and you’ve got a partnership that needs to be handled with care"

Saetan stopped at the door of his suite "Lucivar, just how big do Arcerian cats get?"

Lucivar grinned "Let’s just say you ought to start putting strengthening spells on the furniture now"

"Mother Night," Saetanto his bed The paperwork on his desk could wait He didn’t need to look for trouble

He’d just started to doze off when he felt eyes staring at hi over, Saetan blinked at Ladvarian and Kaelas Soht Ladvarian to air walk True, the puppy wobbled, but he was, after all, a

Puppy-Groaning, Saetan rolled back over, hoping they would go away

Two bodies landed on the bed Well, he didn’t have to worry about rolling over on the Sceltie He wasn’t going to roll anywhere with Kaelas pressed against his back--except, perhaps, onto the floor

And where was Jaenelle?

The Lady, he was told, was taking a bath They wanted a nap Since Papa High Lord was taking a nap, they would stay with hirim determination, Saetan closed his eyes

He didn’t need to look for trouble It had just pounced on hilobe and a slass bowl, both cobalt blue, Tersa walked a few feet into her backyard, her bare feet sinking into ankle-deep snow The fullthe clouds, hout the day She had lived within visions for so iven a physical shape before revealing itself

Letting her body be the drealobe and bowl through the air When they reached the center of the lawn, they settled quietly into the snow

She took a step toward theown brushed the snow, disturbing it That wouldn’t do Pulling it off, she tossed it near the cottage’s back door and walked toward the globe and bowl She stopped Yes This was the right place to begin

One long stride to keep the snow pristine between her shuffled footsteps frouide the vision Placing one foot carefully in front of the other, heel to toe, she waited There was soernail, she cut the instep of each foot deep enough for the blood to run freely Then she walked the vision’s pattern When it brought her back to her first footstep, she leaped to reach the snow disturbed by shuffled footsteps

As she turned to see the pattern, the journeywith her for a feeeks called out, "Tersa? What are you doing outside at this ti witch

The journey htgown, she tore it into strips, wrapped Tersa’s feet to absorb the blood, then ency pushed Tersa up the stairs to her bedroo the curtains, she looked down at the yard and the lines she had drawn in the snoith her blood

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