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Dae in front of Jared, sank into his chair, and grinned wickedly

Jared fixed anotherof coffee "This is fine"

"I’ive Dae professions," he said, his thoughts circling back to the woh bedroom skills to ave Jared a sharp look, and then drank his coffee "Especially when one profession is part of the tools used for the other"

Jared choked

"Did I just ruin a long-held fantasy?" Daemon asked innocently

"Of course not"

"She doesn’t killevery male she beds"

"Wouldn’t matter if she did"

"Your Thera would like her"

Mother Night, banish the thought "She’s not ot the possessive turned around? Shouldn’t you say Thera’s Blaed?" He thought about that for a second, then set histoo much like a cat that has one paw firmly on theyou shouldn’t forget, Warlord"

The dinner that had tasted good a few reasily in Jared’s stomach "You think--"

Daemon made an exasperated sound "If I didn’t know you’re too tired to think straight, I’d knock soood ood Warlord Prince In a few years, when he erous one Fro wo A Green-Jeweled Black Widoith that kind of fire in her isn’t the kind of witch Dorothea would allow to stay whole noplayed Because that kind of witch is a serious rival"

Jared sipped his coffee "Thayne?"

"Why? Because he protected soht in a battle? Because, no ht have realized how much harder the rest of the journey would be without theht of it that way" And now, reht of it He rubbed his eyes, fighting to stay awake "Who, then?"

"It doesn’t ame, Jared Your presence--and Blaed’s and Thera’s--coled up as probably supposed to be a quick kill Besides, how can a bargain to kill the Gray Lady be fulfilled if she isn’t there?"

"We still need to knoho the enemy is," Jared insisted

"You do," Daemon countered "Dorothea SaDiablo-- and her Master of the Guard The rest doesn’t matter anymore" He stood up and stretched the muscles in his back "You can stay here to"

Jared shook his head "If anyone puts together the Shalador Warlord as in that fight and the one staying here"

"No one will put it together No one will re a Shalador Warlord walk into the tavern room--at least, no one will remember until he’s been away froue, Jared understood Dae that hid one specific memory

Daemon rolled down his sleeves, fastened the ruby cuff links, and shrugged into his black jacket "‘I have to return to the court I’ll be leaving before dawn Stay in the room Get some rest The owner or his ill e of clothes for you We’re about the sa will be found for Lia to"

Daemon slipped his hands into his trouser pockets "Get some sleep In the bed A war--for both of you--than a pile of blankets"