Queen of the Darkness

flying. "Damn you, warrior, retreat !"
    That startled her, but it was Nurian's shout that made her run.
    Ready to cover their retreat, Falonar glanced back—and swore every vicious curse he knew. Nurian was now standing braced to fight with nothing but an Eyrien stick. Not even a bladed stick. What in the name of Hell did the woman think she could do with that? Did she think a warrior was going to come at her barehanded? Fool. Idiot.
    He backed toward her, always watching for the next attack. "Retreat," he snarled at her—and then noticed that Jillian, instead of running all the way to the communal eyrie, had stopped halfway there to take up a rearguard position. "Disobey me again and I'll personally whip the skin off your backs. Both of you. Now retreat !"
    They responded the same way any Eyrien warrior would have—they ignored the threat and held their positions. So he retreated, forcing them back with him. That they were willing to do. Lucivar must have been out of his mind to think a woman would obey a sensible order. Which made Falonar extremely grateful that Surreal wasn't there. The Darkness only knew how he could have held her back in this fight.
    When they got close enough to the communal eyrie, Hallevar grabbed Jillian and Kohlvar practically threw Nurian threw the doorway. Falonar was the last one in. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he filled the doorway with a Sapphire shield so that they would be protected but still have a good view. Some of the men had taken up positions at the shielded downstairs' windows. Others had gone to the upper rooms. The women and children were all huddled in the main community room.
    Hallevar joined him at the door. "You think they're regrouping?"
    "I don't know."
    Behind them, he heard Tamnar say a bit resentfully, "Well, little warrior, looks like you made your first kill."
    He and Hallevar both turned and blasted the same message at Tamnar. *SHUT UP!*
    The boy flinched, looked shocked at the harsh reprimand, then slunk over to the window Kohlvar guarded.
    Jillian stared at them, her normally brown skin an unhealthy gray. "I killed him?"
    Before Falonar could phrase a cautious reply, Hallevar snorted. "You just scratched him enough to let Nurian get away."
    Some of the tension drained out of the girl. "Oh. That's... Oh."
    "You take a backup position over there," Hallevar said, pointing to a far corner of the room.
    "Okay," Jillian said, sounding a little dazed.
    Falonar turned back to look out the doorway. "She put that arrow right through the bastard's heart," he said, keeping his voice quiet.
    "No reason for her to know that right now," Hallevar replied just as quietly. "Let her believe she just nicked him. We can't afford to have her freeze up if it comes down to that."
    "If it comes down to that," Falonar said softly as he settled in to wait.
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    13 / Kaeleer
    Saetan prowled the corridors of the Keep, too restless to stay in one place, too edgy to tolerate being around anyone.
    Lucivar should have been back hours ago. He knew Lucivar had slipped out of the Keep late that morning to find out what was delaying Marian's and Daemonar's arrival, but the afternoon was waning, and there was no sign of any of them.
    He doubted anyone else had noticed. The coven and the boyos were gathered in one of the large sitting rooms, just as they had gathered every day since Jaenelle had ordered them to remain at the Keep. So they wouldn't realize Lucivar was gone. And Jaenelle and Daemon... Well, they weren't likely to have noticed either.
    Surreal had noticed Lucivar's absence, but she'd shrugged it off, saying he was probably with Prothvar and Mephis. Which made him realize that he hadn't seen either of them lately.
    Somehow he had to find a way to make Jaenelle listen to him, had to find out why she was keeping such a stranglehold on all of them. Whether they acknowledged it or not, they were at war. The Queens and males in the First Circle weren't going to tolerate staying there indefinitely while their people were fighting. Something had to change. Someone had to act.
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    14 / Kaeleer
    Falonar accepted the mug of ale Kohlvar handed to him.
    "Makes no sense," Kohlvar said, shaking his head. "No direct attacks anymore, no efforts at a siege, just a few arrows now and then to make sure we know they're still out there."
    "They've got us pinned down," Falonar replied. "We're outnumbered, and they know it."
    "But what's the sense of pinning us down?"
    We can't go anywhere,