Heir to the Shadows

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    "We have to go," Saetan said quickly, grabbing Jaenelle's arm as she began to glide past him.
    Jaenelle bared her teeth and snarled at him. It wasn't a sound that could possibly come from a human throat.
    Saetan froze.
    Luthvian watched them, too frightened to move or speak. She had no idea what was passing between them, but she kept hoping he was strong enough to contain Jaenelle's anger—and knew with dreadful certainty that he wasn't. He wore the Black Jewels, and he didn't outrank his daughter. May the Darkness be merciful!
    The cold was gone as suddenly as it appeared.
    Saetan released Jaenelle's arm and watched her until the front door closed behind her. Then he sagged against the wall.
    As a Healer, Luthvian knew she should help him, but she couldn't make her legs move. That's when it finally struck her that the girls hadn't reacted to the cold or the danger, that the buzzing voices were speculating on the outward drama without any understanding at all.
    "She's rather spoiled," Roxie said, giving Saetan her best pout.
    He glared at her so malevolently she shrank back into the workroom, stepping on the other girls who were crowded around the doorway.
    "Finish your spells," Luthvian said. "I'll check them in a minute." She closed the workroom door and rested her head against it.
    "I'm sorry," Saetan said. He sounded exhausted.
    "You shielded the girls, didn't you?"
    Saetan gave her a tired smile. "I tried to shield you, too, but she rose past me too fast."
    "Better that you didn't." Luthvian pushed away from the door and smoothed her gown. "But you were right. It was better having the first lesson and knowing what it will be like to teach her before coming to terms with what she is."
    She saw his golden eyes change.
    "And what do you think she is, Luthvian?" he asked too softly.
    Look beneath the skin.
    She looked him in the eye. "Your daughter."
    Saetan strolled along the edge of the wide dirt road. Jaenelle was a little ways ahead of him and didn't seem to be in any hurry, so he didn't feel a pressing need to catch up with her. Besides, it was better to let her calm down before asking her what he needed to ask, and, since she was a Queen, the land would soothe her faster than he could.
    In that, she was like every other Queen he'd ever known. No matter what other talents they had, the Queens were the ones most drawn to the land, the ones who most needed that contact with the earth. Even the ones who spent most of their time residing in larger cities had a garden where their feet could touch the living earth, quietly listening to all the land had to tell them.
    So he strolled, relishing the ability once again to walk down a road on a summer morning and see the sun-kissed land. To his right was Doun's fenced-in common pastures, where all the villagers' cattle and horses grazed. To his left, just past the stone wall that surrounded Luthvian's lawn and gardens, was meadowland dotted with wildflowers. In the distance were stands of pine and spruce. Beyond them rose the mountains that ringed Ebon Rih.
    Jaenelle stepped off the road and stopped, her back to all that was civilized, her sapphire eyes fixed on the wild. He approached her slowly, reluctant to disturb her meditation.
    Nothing had happened at Luthvian's that could explain the intensity of Jaenelle's anger. Nothing had prepared him for that confrontation when she had turned on him, because part of her anger had been at him, and he still didn't know what he'd done to cause it.
    She turned toward him, outwardly calm but still ready to fight.
    Fight with a Queen when there's no other choice. Good, sound advice from the Steward of the first court he'd ever served in.
    "What did you think of Luthvian?" Saetan asked as he offered Jaenelle his right arm.
    Jaenelle studied him for a moment before linking arms with him. "She knows Craft." She wrinkled her nose and smiled. "I rather like her, even if she was a bit prickly today."
    "Witch-child, Luthvian's always a bit prickly," Saetan said dryly.
    "Ah. Especially with you?"
    "We have a past." He waited for the inevitable questions, and became slightly uncomfortable when Jaenelle didn't ask any. Maybe past affairs weren't of interest to her. Or maybe she already had all the answers she required. "Why were you so angry with Roxie?"
    "You're not a whore," Jaenelle snapped, pulling away from him.
    Suddenly it seemed much darker, but when he looked up, the sky was just as blue as it had been a moment before and