Shaladors Lady

by Anne Bishop

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  “Thought I’d find you here,” Talon said.

  He half turned toward the voice, but didn’t speak for a minute. “Something is draining the heart out of Cassidy. ”

  “Oh, I think we’ve all figured out what that something is,” Talon said. He kept walking, but he lifted his chin to indicate the stone storage shed where Gray used to live because he was too frightened to enter the house.

  His heart pounding, Ranon glanced at the house before drifting toward the back of the shed. What did the Master of the Guard want to say to him that couldn’t be said inside the house?

  “What . . . ?” he began.

  Talon raised his left hand. The two missing fingers were a reminder that this man had not lived a soft life—even after he became demon-dead.

  A minute later, Archerr, Spere, and Shaddo slipped behind the shed. A minute after that, Bardric and Cayle joined them.

  “Burne, Haele, and Radley are providing a presence in the parlor this evening,” Talon said. “Archerr, you’ll relay instructions to Burne and Haele. Cayle, you’ll keep Radley informed. ”

  *I’m your second-in-command,* Ranon said, using a tight spear thread to direct the words only to Talon.

  *I know what you are,* Talon replied sharply. *You have the task of keeping Gray and the Black Widow leashed. And yourself. *

  Shit. *You don’t ask for much. *

  *If you don’t have the balls for it, tell me now. *

  Stung by the verbal slap, Ranon didn’t answer.

  “What about Powell?” Archerr asked.

  “I’ll keep the Steward informed,” Talon said.

  *What did Powell say?* Ranon asked, wondering if anyone else had noticed a slight hesitation in Talon’s reply.

  *Later. * “Our Queen is distressed. The visitors are the reason. We need to find out why. ”

  “How does Kermilla know Lady Cassidy?” Spere asked.

  “I can’t see that the two of them have anything in common except caste,” Shaddo said.

  “She reminds me of a carrion eater picking at the bones,” Bardric said.

  Shaddo nodded. “And Dena Nehele is the bones. We’ve seen bitches like her before. ”

  “She’s entertaining,” Cayle said. “And she’s false. You can see it in her eyes. What’s she looking for here?”

  Archerr snorted. “Control over the rest of us. What else?”

  “If she did have that control?” Talon asked.

  Ice swept through Ranon, but a steely look from Talon kept him silent.

  The other men shifted their feet and looked uncomfortable. Finally Spere said, “Those escorts aren’t fighters. Got some training—every escort does—but they’re Warlords, not Warlord Princes. ”

  Shaddo nodded. “Take them out fast and hard. Have someone coming in behind the others who is strong enough to take out the witch—burst heart and brain with a blast of power that will break her Jewels and finish the kill. ”

  Ranon swallowed hard. He thought he’d been the only one thinking along those lines. Apparently not.

  Talon nodded, as if they’d told him what he’d expected. “Not yet. She’s a Queen from another Territory. Another Realm. We made the mistake of not looking for social connections to dark power when Cassidy first came here. Kermilla keeps hinting that she has powerful friends, so let’s not make that mistake again. Cayle, Bardric, you two are least likely to be perceived as a threat, so I want you to spend time with the Warlords who came with Kermilla. Find out what you can about her court and about her connection to Cassidy. They’re not friends, so let’s find out exactly what they are to each other. ”

  “We could force open the inner barriers of the lightest Jeweled Warlord and find out everything we want to know,” Archerr said quietly.

  “And become no better than what we fought against all those years?” Talon shook his head. “You don’t do that to anyone but an enemy, and we don’t know yet that these men are enemies. ”

  “We know their presence is upsetting Cassidy,” Ranon said.

  “Yes, we know that,” Talon agreed.

  Ranon heard regret—and maybe a little guilt?—in Talon’s voice.

  “When we find out more, we’ll decide what to do about it,” Talon continued. “That’s all. Any information you find out comes to me or Ranon. ”

  “And we don’t mention any of this to Theran?” Spere asked.

  Even in the dark, Ranon saw the sadness in Talon’s eyes.

  “We don’t mention this to Theran,” Talon said. “I’m hoping it’s just lust that’s making him stupid, but if he feels the same pull for Kermilla that we feel for Cassidy, we can’t trust him to stand for the Queen he promised to serve. ”

  One by one, the men wrapped themselves in sight shields and slipped away until Ranon and Talon were alone.

  “Powell,” Ranon said quietly. “He said something. That’s why you’re giving these orders. ” He waited. “What did he say?”

  “He said, ‘It’s starting to feel like old times, isn’t it?’ And may the Darkness have mercy on us, Ranon, I think he’s right. ”

  Talon walked away.

  Ranon leaned against the shed, feeling sick.

  It wouldn’t come to that. Itwouldn’t . Not while Cassidy ruled Dena Nehele.

  Theran sat in the parlor, happier than he had ever been.

  Kermilla was wonderful, was everything he dreamed a Queen should be. The sound of her voice quenched a raging thirst inside him, and there was a spot on her neck that had a scent that aroused him and yet gave him peace.

  She had been careful not to say anything outright, but she’d made it clear to him that, having come from an aristo family, the training that had honed her innate abilities as a Queen had been far more extensive than Cassidy’s—the kind of training given to someone destined to be a Territory Queen.

  Damn Ranon for stirring everything up so much that the other men were wary about getting to know her. But they would come around.

  Sooner or later they would recognize the treasure that had come to Grayhaven.

  CHAPTER 10

  TERREILLE

  She had to get out of here. Her hands shook, her stomach burned, and dinner was nothing but a foul smell in the toilet. She couldn’t do this again, couldn’t watch this happen again.

  She couldn’t stand to hurt this much again.

  Go. Run. Get away from this place.

  Because this time she might lose someone who truly mattered, and it was ripping her heart out.

  This time, betrayal might truly kill her.

  Ranon stood outside Cassidy’s door, trying to leash his rage because hehad to. There was no one else. Theran’s verbal barbs had turned cruel enough to drive Cassidy out of the parlor in tears, so Talon had his hands full controlling Gray and making sure the two cousins didn’t set eyes on each other before tempers had settled. Powell had walked out of the parlor and locked himself in his office. No one was sure what the man was doing in there, but they were all hoping the worst he was doing was getting stinking drunk. And Theran . . .

  Couldn’t the bastard see that Cassidy wasn’t comfortable around Kermilla? But he kept insisting that Cassidy “do her duty” as a Queen and not leave the other Queen without company—especially since Cassidy was the lower-ranking Queen.

  Damn Grayhaven to the bowels of Hell for slipping the verbal knife in every chance he got. Kermilla was pretty; Cassidy was not. Kermilla was vivacious—the kind of Queen who would appeal to the Blood; Cassidy was there because they hadn’t been given a choice. Cassidy wore Rose; Kermilla wore Summer-sky, which made her dominant.

  Dominant his ass. Sure it gave her a little more power since Summer-sky was one rank darker than Rose, but that wasall it gave her. The little bitch was just good at playing people and presenting herself to advantage. At least they had gotten a couple of answers from tonight’s little drama. The four m
en who had come with Kermilla had all served in Cassidy’s court—and had abandoned a real Queen in order to serve pretty gilt.

  Jhorma had been Cassidy’s Consort. They all agreed they wouldn’t mentionthat bit of information to Gray. Hell’s fire! What had Cassidy been thinking? The woman couldn’t have beenthat desperate for a lover to have settled forhim.

  You’re here to make sure she’s all right. You can’t do that from this side of the door.

  He knocked. No answer. He knocked harder, certain she was in her suite. “Cassidy?” He turned the door handle. The door wasn’t locked, so he walked in—and caught her pulling back, as if she’d lunged for the door to lock it but didn’t react in time.

  No color in her face except the freckles standing out on milky ice and the dark shadows under her eyes. She stood there, frozen, so he looked around—and saw the trunks. The lids were open, and the trunks were full of her clothes and possessions.

  “What’s going on, Cassidy?” he asked, putting an Opal lock on the door as he closed it.

  “I can’t stay here,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I have to go. ”

  “Where?”

  She stared at him and didn’t answer.

  He thought about the past few days and what he had learned tonight. Her former First Circle had broken her court in order to serve another Queen. And now that same Queen had come to Dena Nehele and was making herself very comfortable in the Queen’s residence—and Cassidy was breaking down under the hammer of Theran’s words and his blatant preference for Kermilla.

  Cassidy . . . running.

  He grabbed her arms, and it was only the years of training that kept his savagery controlled.

  “You’re leaving us? Why?”

  “I can’t stay!” Cassidy wailed.

  He shook her and roared,“Why?”

  “Theran doesn’t want me to stay. He wants Kermilla to be the Queen. ”

  “Who gives a piss what Theran wants?” Ranon shouted. “Forget him! What about the rest of us, Cassie? What about the eleven other men who are loyal to you and want to serve? Are you going to walk away from us too? Are you going to walk away from Gray? Are you going to walk away from the people who are starting to hope again that a Queen will rule fairly?Are you walking away from all of us because one man wants to hump a little bitch? ”