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Authors: Bonnie Lamer
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is smarter than you are,” Tabitha chides.
Kegan gives his best death glare. “I will eat later.”
“I will ask Xandra to force feed you with magic,” Alita declares to her annoyed, and annoying, husband.
Kegan’s death glare leaves Tabitha to slide back and forth between Alita and me. “You would not.” With a grin, I pull magic. Kegan slams the book in front of him closed and stands up. “Fine.”
Alita is far from triumphant. “You will be stronger if you eat.”
Kegan’s eyes soften. “I know. Come on.” He holds his hand out and helps her up. “Where to?” he asks Tabitha.
“Family quarters upstairs,” she informs us before disappearing out the door.
“Shall we?” Kallen asks.
I groan. “I hate returning to the room I stormed out of. It takes away from the dramatic effect.”
My unsympathetic husband laughs. Good thing he’s hot. “I do not believe doing it one more time will kill you.” So, so lucky he’s hot.
Chapter 6
Back in the family area of the palace, we enter the private dining room where Tabitha is already bringing out steaming hot dishes. She’s a stress cooker. Something Kallen and Kegan have always appreciated about her. “How did you get the palace chef to let you cook in her kitchen?” I ask. The palace chef is a tough old cookie.
Tabitha’s brows rise to her hairline. “Do you really believe I asked?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Dagda, Tana, Arie and Kai enter the dining room and sit at the table. Kallen sits next to Arie and I’m on his other side. Kegan and Alita sit across from us. Isla is the last to arrive and the tiny lines she had around her eyes before seem to have deepened. A combination of sorrow and ire fills her eyes. I suspect Garren has something to do with all of it.
“Did you find anything useful in the books the scribe sent up?” Dagda asks.
“Not yet, but we will,” I say, refusing to give a pessimistic response.
“Your efforts are greatly appreciated,” Arie tells all of us.
“I think I should go down to the archives myself.” The words jumped out of my mouth of their own accord. I swear they did.
“No.” The word comes from so many directions, I’m not certain who all said it.
“What do you believe you could find that the trained scribe cannot?” Dagda demands to know.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But, other than learning the history of why the Sirens went dark, your scribe hasn’t sent up anything useful.” I catch my bottom lip between my teeth in an effort not to say more.
It doesn’t matter. Kallen knows what I’m thinking. “You are not going into the dark magic section of the archives.” I don’t like the finality in his tone. I hope my glaring in his direction conveys that.
“I concur.” I don’t like the finality in Dagda’s tone, either. He is now including in my glaring.
This is ridiculous. “What if that’s the only way to win against them? Shouldn’t we at least try?”
“I am afraid I agree with your father,” Arie says. “Fighting darkness with darkness will not bring light.”
“Not to mention the tarnish it will leave on your soul,” Dagda adds. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes what he said. His eyes find Tana’s at the other end of the table.
I expect Tana to cry or get angry and storm off. She does neither. Though her cheeks turn pink, her voice is strong. “Xandra, your father is correct. A tarnished soul is a heavy burden to bear.”
“My dear,” Dagda begins but Tana shakes her head and he stops talking.
With a sidelong glance in Tana’s direction, I say, “The last time I was in that section, a spell was covering my aura. That’s what the black magic was drawn to, not me in general.”
“Xandra,” Kallen says softly. His voice is quiet but his green eyes are determined. “You are asking us to condone something that may make the
Kegan gives his best death glare. “I will eat later.”
“I will ask Xandra to force feed you with magic,” Alita declares to her annoyed, and annoying, husband.
Kegan’s death glare leaves Tabitha to slide back and forth between Alita and me. “You would not.” With a grin, I pull magic. Kegan slams the book in front of him closed and stands up. “Fine.”
Alita is far from triumphant. “You will be stronger if you eat.”
Kegan’s eyes soften. “I know. Come on.” He holds his hand out and helps her up. “Where to?” he asks Tabitha.
“Family quarters upstairs,” she informs us before disappearing out the door.
“Shall we?” Kallen asks.
I groan. “I hate returning to the room I stormed out of. It takes away from the dramatic effect.”
My unsympathetic husband laughs. Good thing he’s hot. “I do not believe doing it one more time will kill you.” So, so lucky he’s hot.
Chapter 6
Back in the family area of the palace, we enter the private dining room where Tabitha is already bringing out steaming hot dishes. She’s a stress cooker. Something Kallen and Kegan have always appreciated about her. “How did you get the palace chef to let you cook in her kitchen?” I ask. The palace chef is a tough old cookie.
Tabitha’s brows rise to her hairline. “Do you really believe I asked?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Dagda, Tana, Arie and Kai enter the dining room and sit at the table. Kallen sits next to Arie and I’m on his other side. Kegan and Alita sit across from us. Isla is the last to arrive and the tiny lines she had around her eyes before seem to have deepened. A combination of sorrow and ire fills her eyes. I suspect Garren has something to do with all of it.
“Did you find anything useful in the books the scribe sent up?” Dagda asks.
“Not yet, but we will,” I say, refusing to give a pessimistic response.
“Your efforts are greatly appreciated,” Arie tells all of us.
“I think I should go down to the archives myself.” The words jumped out of my mouth of their own accord. I swear they did.
“No.” The word comes from so many directions, I’m not certain who all said it.
“What do you believe you could find that the trained scribe cannot?” Dagda demands to know.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But, other than learning the history of why the Sirens went dark, your scribe hasn’t sent up anything useful.” I catch my bottom lip between my teeth in an effort not to say more.
It doesn’t matter. Kallen knows what I’m thinking. “You are not going into the dark magic section of the archives.” I don’t like the finality in his tone. I hope my glaring in his direction conveys that.
“I concur.” I don’t like the finality in Dagda’s tone, either. He is now including in my glaring.
This is ridiculous. “What if that’s the only way to win against them? Shouldn’t we at least try?”
“I am afraid I agree with your father,” Arie says. “Fighting darkness with darkness will not bring light.”
“Not to mention the tarnish it will leave on your soul,” Dagda adds. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes what he said. His eyes find Tana’s at the other end of the table.
I expect Tana to cry or get angry and storm off. She does neither. Though her cheeks turn pink, her voice is strong. “Xandra, your father is correct. A tarnished soul is a heavy burden to bear.”
“My dear,” Dagda begins but Tana shakes her head and he stops talking.
With a sidelong glance in Tana’s direction, I say, “The last time I was in that section, a spell was covering my aura. That’s what the black magic was drawn to, not me in general.”
“Xandra,” Kallen says softly. His voice is quiet but his green eyes are determined. “You are asking us to condone something that may make the
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