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"All right" He nudged his son back with his foot After Daemonar heard his mother snarl, instinct had kept the boy silent and cautious--and watching everything while hiding behind his father "Why don’t I stop by The Tavern later and pick up so for dinner?" When she bared her teeth, he added, "It’s just a suggestion, Marian, not a criticish for hi before hi Marian, Lucivar crouched and picked up Daeet out of your way for a while"
He didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and headed back out to the yard Once the door was closed and he was an to relax
That’s when he fully realized what he’d done, and he jerked to a stop
He was an Eyrien Warlord Prince He wore Ebon-gray Jewels He was the third most powerful male in the Realm of Kaeleer And he’d just run from a hearth witch ore Purple Dusk Jewels
Of course, the usual rules of battle didn’t apply to a wife, which put hi with her
A little hand pressed against his face, so he turned his head and looked at his son
"Maave Daeh "Coer"
And, he hoped, wife and son would both be tired out in a few hours, so he could tuck the to the Hall for his chat with Daemon
"The house has a lot of potential," Jaenelle said as she faced thetable and fastened a sapphire and ruby earring to her left ear Her eyes met Daemon’s as she smiled "But I think the condition of the house had Marian a little upset"
Damn He’d hoped the lovely hearth witch would be able to calot here If Marian was upset, Lucivar would arrive at the Hall as a walking explosion
"So you’re going to do this" He’d thought about it all afternoon There wasn’t anything dangerous about this spooky house; it was just a silly amusement The Darkness knew the Queens in Terreille had done sos in the na about it bothered hi to do this"
She fastened the other earring to her right ear, and his attention was caught by so than an old house
He’d loved her long golden hair, had loved the feel of it in his hands or when it brushed over his skin But the short hair, properly cut and styled thanks to Surreal’s badgering, nicely framed her face and revealed her neck Andthat was the fascination
There was soht shoulderscent A special taste It wasn’t soland under the skin But for Warlord Princes, that particular spot was like catnip They wanted to breathe in the scent of it, lick it, close their mouths over it, and--
Down, boy Don’t start what you can’t finish until ht about how often he ca for a et the taste of her, until he realized Lucivar did the sa, except the kiss was quick and friendly Until he noticed all the Warlord Princes in the First Circle did the sa, even Kaelas and Jaal, so the fascination wasn’t just to human males
And it wasn’t exclusive to Jaenelle He hadn’t noticed this behavior in Terreille, but every Queen in Kaeleer had that special little spot--a spot that appealed only to the Warlord Princes who served her
Which had hi, it had hidden the enticeolden hair led the eye down her neck right to that spot and--
"Are you all right?" Jaenelle asked "Your eyes are glazing"
It took a little too ed to do it Or to be htly a to let his mind wander
"I’m fine" He hesitated, then decided he’d better warn her
"Lucivar will be co over after dinner"
She picked up a bottle of perfuiven her recently and applied a drop to her pulse points "Is he upset about so it
She set the bottle on the dressing table and turned to face hi pinned by those sapphire eyes
"Do you knohat it is?" Witch asked
He shook his head "But it’s…between brothers"