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Jaenelle passed through the building’s shield as easily as if it were a thin layer of water Distracted by theJhinka, Lucivar felt like he was passing through a wall of war’s shield, Lucivar landed next to the four men The protective shield Jaenelle had created for hile in the Ring of Honor, then vanished completely
"How io Warlord as Lady Erika’s Master of the Guard, replied reluctantly, "Last count, about three hundred, Lady" "How e had two physicians and a o better than to interrupt when Jaenelle focused on healing, Lucivar waited until she ran into the building before snapping out his own de the shield?"
"Adler is," Randahl said, jerking a thulanced toward the low hills The Jhinka would descend on them at any moment "Can you push your shield out another inch or two all around?" he asked Adler "I’ll put an Ebon-gray shield behind it Then you can drop your shield and rest"
The young Warlord nodded wearily and closed his eyes Seconds after Lucivar put up his shield, the Jhinka attacked They sla up five and six deep as they clawed at the shield Some of the Jhinka, pressed between the shield and the rest of the swar bodies Dead, hate-filled eyes stared at the fivethe worst attacks, they didn’t coed Warlord for ahis attention to the JhinkaMaybe they hadn’t trapped what they’d wanted until now
He could feel the pressure of all those bodies piling up on the shield, could feel the Ebon-gray Jewels release drop after drop of his reserve strength While all the Jewels provided a reservoir for the psychic power, the darker the Jewel, the deeper the reservoir As the second darkest Jewel, the Ebon-gray provided a cache of power deep enough that, if he didn’t need to use theainst physical attacks, he could hold the Jhinka off for a week before he felt the strain So for them before that All he needed to do ait
But there was that witch storm to consider He felt certain someone had created this trap especially for him He’d have to check with Randahl, but he suspected the first Jhinka attack hadn’t given theet in supplies And Jaenelle needed other Healers to assist with the wounded The Darkness knew she had the psychic reserves to do all the healing, but her body wouldn’t hold up under that kind of des and the physical strain of the past few days
Besides, no one had ever accused hiray ring and called in his Birthright Red The Ebon-gray around his neck would feed the shield The Red
"Tell your ," Lucivar said quietly to Randahl "It’s tiant sered the spell he’d spent years perfecting Seven thin psychic "wires" shot out of the Red Jewel in his ring Keeping his arht, he made leisurely sweeps back and forth, always careful that he didn’t stray too close to the building Back and forth Up and down
Jhinka blood ran down the shield Jhinka bodies slithered and slid as the ones who could see the danger tried to push the arm returned
Satisfied with the panicked scra, his hand always ai a third circuit when the Jhinka ere still trying to pile onto the shield finally caught the panic of the ones trying to get away fro, they rose off the shield and headed for the low hills
Lucivar drew the psychic "wires" back into his ring, ended the spell, and slowly lowered his arm
Randahl, Adler, and the two Warlords Lucivar hadn’t been introduced to yet stared, sick-faced, at the blood running down the shield, at the pieces of bodies sliding to the ground
"Mother Night," Randahl whispered "Mother Night" They wouldn’t look at hilances brushed in his direction, he saw the worried speculation that theylocked inside with theerous and deadly than the ene to check on the Lady," Lucivar said abruptly Being a Master of the Guard, Randahl would try to act nor else, thewith a Warlord Prince But the othersEverything has a price
Lucivar approached the front of the building and gave his If other Blood couldn’t deal with a Warlord Prince on the killing edge, wounded landens ht now, hysteria could trigger a vicious desire for bloodletting A e needed someone, preferably female, to help him stabilize That was one of thetheir vulnerable tith, and the males needed, sometimes desperately, the shelter and coth
He needed Jaenelle
Lucivar sht now, everyone needed Jaenelle He hoped--sweet Darkness, how he hoped!--being near her would be enough
The coers could gather for dances or s At least, he assumed that’s what it was for He’d never had est roo for Jaenelle’s familiar presence, he felt the pain and fear of the wounded landens sitting against the walls or lying on the floor The pain he could handle The fear, which spiked in the ones who noticed hile" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>