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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

1--Terreille

"We should have brought the others," Cassandra said as she clenched Saetan’s arentle squeeze "He didn’t ask to see the others He asked to see me"

"He didn’t ask," Cassandra snapped She glanced nervously at the Sanctuary and lowered her voice "He didn’t ask, High Lord, he demanded to see you"

"And I’m here"

"Yes," she said with an undercurrent of anger, "you’re here"

Sometimes you make it hard for"He’s rimly "Are you offended by his manners on my behalf or because your vanity’s pricked that he wasn’t sufficiently obsequious?"

Cassandra snatched her hand fro when he wants to be," she said nastily "And I’ve no doubt his bedroom manners are flawless, since he’s had so" Her words faded when she noticed Saetan’s glacial stare

"If histo be desired, Lady, I’ll thank you to remember whose court trained him"

Cassandra lifted her chin "You blame me, don’t you?"

"No," Saetan said softly, bitterly "I knew the price for what I became The responsibility for him rests solely with me But I’ll allow no one, no one, to condemn him for what he’s becoather his frayed teo to your room? It’s better that I meet him alone"

"No," Cassandra said quickly "We both wear the Black Together we can--"

"I didn’t coht you!"

"You don’t know that"

"You weren’t the one he pinned to the hile he ive him a slap Will that appease you?" Saetan snarled as hetoward the kitchen and another confrontation

Halfway to the kitchen, Saetan slowed down He’d kept his prolory of Witch Thanks to the blood Jaenelle insisted on giving hier needed a cane or walked with a li, had shortened his fluid stride He regretted that hewith Daemon after so many, many years

Fury poured out the kitchen doorway as Saetan approached So Cassandra hadn’t exaggerated about that At least the rage was hot They ht still be able to talk

Daerace, his hands in his trouser pockets, his body coiled with barely restrained rage When he sent a dagger glance toward the doorway and noticed Saetan, he didn’t alter his stride; he siht toward the High Lord

That picture told only half the truth, Saetan thought as he watched Daemon’s swift approach and waited to see if blood would be drawn

Dae, eyes stabbing, silent

"Prince," Saetan said cal rage in order to return the greeting

"High Lord," Daeh clenched teeth

Slowly approaching the table, aware of Dae it across a chair "Let’s have a glass of wine, and then we’ll talk"

"I don’t want any wine"

"I do" Saetan got the wine and glasses Settling into a chair, he opened the wine, poured two glasses, and waited

Dae his hands on the table

Dorothea was blind not to knohat Dae expected to see the than his ringless fingers If he could be this forth

No wonder Cassandra had been terrified Black Jewels or no, she was no match for this son of his

"Do you knohere she is?" Dae not to scream

Saetan’s eyes narrowed Fear All that fury was covering an avalanche of fear "Who?"

Dae

When the torrent of expletives showed no sign of abating, Saetan said dryly, "Na this room quite uninhabitable?"

"What?" Dae back to the table

"Leash your rage, Prince," Saetan said quietly "You sent for me, and I’m here" He looked over his shoulder toward the"However, the dawn is a few short hours away, and you can’t afford to be here beyond that, can you?"

As Daemon dropped into the chair across frolass of wine Dae it for the third tietting drunk doesn’t lessen the fear However, the agony of the hangover can do wonders for a man’s perception"

There was dismayed amusement in Dae Prince, this is obviously the first time our fair-haired Lady has scared the shit out of you"

Daemon frowned at the empty wine bottle, found a full one in the cupboard, and refilled both glasses "Not the first tirowled