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"If you asked Marian to help, you’d get this done a lot faster I bet she knows several ‘tidy-up’ spells," Daemon said Then he paused Considered "Well, et it done faster, but Marian would be thorough"

Da just where to apply the needle in order to prick and annoy

He wasn’t trying to clean the place; he was trying to elier of any use to anyone--including the long-lived races

Well, two could play the needle ga, I could ask Jaenelle to help"

Daemon looked at the parchment in his hand, tipped it a little closer to the ball of witchlight hovering over the table so he could read the faded scriptand paled

Saetan had no idea ritten on that parchelline, the for that information was sufficient to scare a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince

Daemon put the paper on the discard pile and quietly cleared his throat "I think the two of us can take care of this withoutit to the Ladies"

"A wise decision" And the same conclusion he’d come to when he’d decided to clear out some of this stuff

They worked for another hour Then Saetan said, "That’s all that can be done today"

Daemon looked around They’d thrown the discarded papers into a large crate, but the table and surrounding floor were still streith stacks that hadn’t been touched

"It’s midday, Prince," Saetan said

Daeotten so late"

The hours between sunset and sunrise were the part of the day that belonged to the demon-dead--and Guardians, the ones like Saetan ere the living dead, who straddled a line that extended their lifeti the years when Jaenelle had lived with hied and his waking hours had extended through theBut even here at the Keep, the Sanctuary of Witch, he needed to rest when the sun was at its strongest

"Let’s go back to the Keep in Kaeleer," Saetan said "We’ll wash up, have so to eat before I retire, and you can ask inally come here to ask"

The library door opened before they reached it A Warlord who served the Keep in Terreille nodded to theh Lord, a Warlord Prince has arrived"

"His name?" Saetan asked

"He wouldn’t offer it," the Warlord replied "And he wouldn’t say which Territory he’s fro to ‘someone in authority’ "

"Does he?" Saetan said softly "How foolish of hi rooh Lord"

The Warlord’s look of gleeful anticipation told Saetan how deeply the idiot had offended those who served the Keep by not following the basic courtesies Fools who tried to withhold their naiven as

When the Warlord left, Saetan turned and touched Daeo back to Kaeleer and ask for a meal I’ll talk to this unknown Prince and join you when I’m done I doubt this will take more than a fewthat a violent te to talk to anyone fro your back," Daemon said too softly

He wasn’t sure if he should feel flattered or insulted by his son’s desire to protect, but he decided it was best to keep his own temper out of this conversation--especially now that Daeotten that I’m a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince and do kno to defend lazed and sleepy One pointed look at his left hand--which was ," Daemon crooned

A shiver went down Saetan’s spine

The boyish posturing was gone Even their relationship as father and son was gone The man before hi one step away froe A Warlord Prince the Blood in Terreille had called the Sadist Away

And that, et Daemon out of Terreille