Heir to the Shadows (The Black Jewels #2)(88)
Author: Anne Bishop

"Of course you know." Her voice became a sepulchral croon. "We both know. If a timing spell wasn’t put on the candles to snuff them out and close the Gate, then someone had to stay behind to close it. Naturally it was the Warlord Prince who was expected to stay."

"He may have had other reasons to stay," Saetan said carefully.

"Perhaps," she replied with equal care. "But that doesn’t explain why he’s in the Twisted Kingdom, does it, High Lord?" She took a step closer to him. "That doesn’t explain why you left him there."

"I didn’t know he was in the Twisted Kingdom until—" Saetan clamped his teeth to hold the words back.

"Until Lucivar came to Kaeleer," Jaenelle finished for him. She waved a hand dismissively before he could speak. "Lucivar was in the salt mines of Pruul. I know there was nothing he could do. But you."

Saetan spaced out the words. "Getting you back was the

first requirement. I gave my strength to that task. Daemon would have understood that, would have demanded it."

"I came back two years ago, and there’s nothing draining your strength now." Pain and betrayal filled her eyes. "But you didn’t even try to reach him, did you?"

"Yes, I tried!damn you, Itried!" He sagged against the desk. "Stop acting like a petty little bitch. He may be your friend, but he’s also myson. Do you really think I wouldn’t try to help him?" The bitter failure filled him again. "I was so close, witch-child. So close. But he was just out of reach. And he didn’t trust me. If he would have tried a little, I would have had him. I could have shown him the way out of the Twisted Kingdom. But he didn’t trust me."

The silence stretched.

"I’m going to get him back," Jaenelle said quietly.

Saetan straightened up. "You can’t go back to Terreille."

"Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do," Jaenelle snarled.

"Listen to me, Jaenelle," he said urgently. "You can’t go back to Terreille. As soon as she realized you were there, Dorothea would do everything she could to contain you or destroy you. And you’re still not of age. Your Chaillot relatives could try to regain custody."

"I’ll take that chance. I’m not leaving him to suffer." She turned to leave the room.

Saetan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Since I’m his father, I can reach him without needing physical contact."

"But he doesn’t trust you."

"I can help you, Jaenelle."

She turned back to look at him, and he saw a stranger.

"I don’t want your help, High Lord," she said quietly.

Then she walked away from him, and he knew she was doing a great deal more than simply walking out of a room.

Everything has a price.

Lucivar found her in the gardens a couple of hours later" sitting on a stone bench with her hands pressed between her knees hard enough to bruise. Straddling the bench, he

sat as close as he could without touching her. "Cat?" he said softly, afraid that even sound would shatter her. "Talk to me. Please."

"I_" She shuddered.

"You remember."

"I remember." She let out a laugh full of knife-sharp edges. "I remember all of it. Marjane, Dannie, Rose. Briarwood. Greer. All of it." She glanced at him. "You’ve known about Briarwood. And Greer."

Lucivar brushed a lock of hair away from his face. Maybe he should get it cut short, the way Eyrien warriors usually wore it. "Sometimes when you have bad dreams you talk in your sleep."

"So you’ve both known. And said nothing."

"What could we have said, Cat?" Lucivar asked slowly. "If we had forced someone else to remember something that emotionally scarring, you would have thrown a fit—as well as a few pieces of furniture."

Jaenelle’s lips curved in a ghost of a smile. "True." Her smile faded. "Do you know the worst thing about it? I forgot him. Daemon was a friend, and I forgot him. That Winsol, before I was … he gave me a silver bracelet. I don’t know what happened to it. I had a picture of him. I don’t know what happened to that either. And then he gave everything he had to help me, and when it was done, everyone walked away from him as if he didn’t matter."

"If you had remembered the rape when you first came back, would you have stayed? Or would you have fled from your body again?"

"I don’t know."

"Then if forgetting Daemon was the price that had to be paid in order to keep those memories at bay until you were strong enough to face them. … He would say it was a fair price."

"It’s very easy to make statements about what Daemon would say since he’s not here to deny them, isn’t it?" Tears filled her eyes.

"You’re forgetting something, little witch," Lucivar said sharply. "He’s my brother, and he’s a Warlord Prince. I’ve known him longer and far better than you."

Jaenelle shifted on the bench. "I don’t blame you for what happened to him. The High Lord—"

"If you’re going to demand that the High Lord shoulder the blame for Daemon being in the Twisted Kingdom, then you’re going to have to shovel some of that blame onto me as well."

She twisted around to face him, her eyes chilly.

Lucivar took a deep breath. "He came to get me out of Pruul. He wanted me to go with him. And I refused to go because I thought he had killed you, that he was the one who had raped you."

"Daemon?"

Lucivar swore viciously. "Sometimes you can be incredibly naive. You have no idea what Daemon is capable of doing when he goes cold."

"You really believed that?"

He braced bis head in his hands. "There was so much blood, so much pain. I couldn’t get past the grief to think clearly enough to doubt what I’d been told. And when I accused him, he didn’t deny it."

Jaenelle looked thoughtful. "He seduced me. Well, seduced Witch. When we were in the abyss."

"He what?" Lucivar asked with deadly calm.

"Don’t get snarly," Jaenelle snapped. "It was a trick to make me heal the body. He didn’t really want me. Her. He didn’t …" Her voice trailed away. She waited a minute before continuing. "He said he’d been waiting for Witch all his life. That he’d been born to be her lover. But then he didn’t want to be her lover."

"Hell’s fire, Cat," Lucivar exploded. "You were a twelve-year-old who had recently been raped. What did you expect him to do?"

"I wasn’t twelve in the abyss."

Lucivar narrowed his eyes, wondering what she meant by that.