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"You proht," she saidDon’t sound pathetic He won’t believe it for a moment if you sound pathetic

"I know but--"

"A mood, Rainier Just afield for a mood" At least, not in Kaeleer The bitches in Terreille had done it all the time

He studied her, and she could feel the tension in hi

"That’s all it is?" he finally asked "Just a mood?"

She nodded, then rested her head on his shoulder It was nice to have a male friend Her one attempt at a romantic relationship with a h to wither any sexual interest she had in the gender At least for the ti So it was nice to spend time with a male who didn’t want her to behi?" Rainier asked

The brilliance of an idea dazzled her for a moment

"Well," she said, "I was curious about that book, especially now that I know the things in there about the Blood are very silly But I don’t want the frustration of those stuck-together pages" And she was going to send Dae letter about tricks that almost backfire

No Not Daemon She’d send a note to Uncle Saetan Hethe Warlord Prince of Dhemlan, he may have taken up residence at the Keep as a retreat fro Realms, but he was still the patriarch of the SaDiablo fa son with a look or a phrase as well as the High Lord of Hell

Cheered by the thought, she almost didn’t respond in time when Rainier said, "I could read the story to you, if that would be pleasing"

"I’d like that" She stepped back "I’ some food we could nibble on?"

A relaxed smile and a look of pleased anticipation in his eyes "I could do that"

As she climbed the stairs to her roo the evening ht have been She would have wanted to read the book; Rainier would have wanted some way to look after her, and his need to fuss would have scraped on her te the story to her, they could talk about it and laugh over it, and they would both have an enjoyable, entertaining evening

She paused outside the door of her rooned to annoy her just enough One man, who understood the nature of Warlord Princes all too well

Since Daemon had found a clever way to take care of herand Rainier, maybe she wouldn’t send that note to Uncle Saetan after all

She shook her head and smiled as she walked into her bedrooainst his bare skin--air that held the pro and not quite awake, Daemon breathed in the scent of his wife, his love, his Queen, and breathed out a sigh of contenth, traveled up her belly Not to arouse, just to confir he took for granted

Then his hand her, curved around a breast, and he sainst his palainst the back of his hand

Fur?

Fully awake now, he opened his golden eyes halfway He tried straightening his legs, but the weight that was pressed against the back of his knees gave an annoyed grunt followed by a sleepy yawn

Ladvarian The Sceltie was a Red-Jeweled Warlord and the most trusted liaison between human Blood and kindred, ere the Blood of the nonhuman races that lived in Kaeleer He’d been a puppy when he’d decided Jaenelle belonged to him as his Queen and had come to live with her at the Hall Years later, he’d been the stubborn heart that had rallied the kindred to do the impossible and save Jaenelle when she’d been torn apart by the power she had unleashed to stop a war

The kindred had developed a fine sense of whennot to cootten so used to soer roused him from sleep when they slipped into the room

Didn’t mean it didn’t annoy him to wake up and discover co enough to be a s him Unless…