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Jaenelle gave her one of those long, assessing looks "Admit it This has made you shudder and shiver a lot of the time, but you’ve also had fun"
"I don’t have to ad," Marian replied But she s roo for their turn to enter, was a dusty table with a vase of dead flowers Swipe a finger in the dust--or even better, have one of the landen boys write his na that appeared was the words "hello, prey"
She’d thought of that one all by herself
It was thethe spooky house inally told Jaenelle Now there were ghostly guides directing people through the house and telling them bits of stories so they would knohat to look for in each room There were phantom shapes that would appear in one of the e until someone looked in the mirror As you walked down one part of the upstairs hallway, you heard a heart-breakingly beautiful voice singing--Jaenelle’s voice, in fact--but if you backtracked to hear it again, it was gone
And then there were the other guides
"Nobody is going to be scared of a Sceltie," Marian said as the two illusion-spell dogs--one black with tan s on his face, the other brown and white--trotted into the dining room and stared at the huleeful
"That’s because these people don’t live with a Sceltie," Jaenelle replied
Marian studied the illusions, whose tails began to wag now that she focused her attention on them "How complex a spell is this?"
"They’ll be able to interact with the visitors in the h Marian "In other words, they’re going to herd the landen children going through the house"
"They can touch you; you can’t touch thes "Your hand will pass right through, but you’ll certainly feel it if one of the to like this house better and better Those landen boys wanted to see how the Blood lived? They thought it was all cobwebs in the corners and rats in the walls? Ha! Let them try to deal with the kindred!
"Hoe end up with Sceltie ghosts?" Marian asked
A blush stained Jaenelle’s cheeks "When I went to Scelt to ask Fiona to polish up the little story bits rote, Ladvarian and Shadow heard us talking And since Kaelas got to be the snarl in the cellar and the ghost cat that’s seen from one of the upstairs s…"
"They nipped at you until you gave in, didn’t they?"
"Badgered There were no teeth involved Mine or theirs"
Oh, the sour note in Jaenelle’s voice
Marian turned away to hide a grin The powerful uument with Ladvarian Did it annoy Lucivar, Dae that didn’t cos when they couldn’t get her to budge, or were they grateful thatso was required?
"All right," Jaenelle said briskly "We have oneroom and led the way to the room that must have been a parlor "This will be the scariest room in the house"
Marian looked at the furniture and wallpaper and thought the roo to be in here?"
Oh, the look in Jaenelle’s eyes as she said softly, "A pro one of the small parlors that were in Witch’s private section of the Keep, Daemon used Craft to move another cushioned footstool next to the one that held Saetan’s socked feet Then he sat down and studied his father as Saetan closed the book he was reading and took off the half- the long black sweater Saetan earing over a white silk shirt
"Nice shirt," Saetan replied just as dryly, confir Daemon’s suspicion that Saetan owned the sweater for the saood on you"
"I have other clothes besides white shirts and black trousers," Daerumbled
"If you don’t, you will" Saetan smiled "Have any of your silk shirts found their way into your Lady’s closet?"
"No" Daemon felt amusement bubble up "My shoulders are broader than yours, so athered this was a disappointment In terrinned at the sour note he heard in Saetan’s voice Then his amusement faded as he called in a packet of letters tied with a rose-colored ribbon "Sylvia wrote these," he said softly "There are a couple from the boys as well I told her I would offer them, but you don’t have to take the in his father’s gold eyes "I can keep them, or destroy them, or read them if you feel someone needs to know the contents I will do with them whatever you want me to do"
"I can’t take them," Saetan said, his voice strained "It’s selfish, I know that, but…"