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“Why do you ask?”

Her voice—that -filled voice—ripped icy clan his spine

And not just his spine, Daeht as he put down his knife and fork There were ice crystals on his food, and the water in the glass was frozen solid And when he looked up, the sapphire eyes staring at hie

Mother Night

“I asked a si his own voice quiet and respectful

“She is souest in this house if you wanthere,” Witch replied

Had Surreal guessed this would be Jaenelle’s reaction? A littlewould have been appreciated

“Hell’s fire, Jaenelle, whois she?”

“She’s the Queen who took Cassie’s court”

“Then” Oh, shit

“Why are you asking about Kermilla, Prince?”

The look in her eyes and the lethal purr in her voice made him put a double Black shield around hi at the Grayhaven estate”

Daemon removed his shoes and socks He checked one foot, then the other He didn’t respond to the knock on his study door, but the door opened anyway Jaenelle walked in, carrying a large tray

“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding contrite

“Counting my toes”

A pause “They’re all there, aren’t they?”

“Yes” Thank the Darkness

She set the tray down on the low table in front of the sofa, then sat close to him But not next to him

“I’m sorry,” she said “I don’t usually lose my temper like that”

No, she didn’t Her response was so fast and so fierceWell, even a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince can have the shit scared out of hie blackwood dining table and the next he was surrounded by a table, chairs, dishes, silverware, glasses, and food that had all been reduced to a pile of uniforrains of rice