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out-of-style velvet gown, she shook her head. “The more you fight the blasted thing, the harder it hits you. My advice is to cooperate with him from now on.”
“Diren?” Haemas closed her eyes again, realizing she had heard that name mentioned last night, too. “Diren—Chee?” She heard the muffled sound of boots striding down the hall.
“So, Axia,” a masculine voice said, “how is our guest today?”
“See for yourself, if you really want to know,” the woman replied curtly as she scraped her chair back. “You will anyway.”
Haemas tried to reach out with her mind, but her brain felt as if it had been smothered in thick layers of ebari wool. She got only the haziest of impressions while her head began to throb again with a peculiar buzzing. Opening her eyes, she saw the trim frame of the Lord of Chee’ayn, dressed in unrelieved black from head to toe. “It is you!” she whispered. “But why?”
“Now, if I were lying there in your place, I would be more interested in how.” He hefted a dull-green crystal in his hand. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never heard of a latteh.”
A latteh. Somewhere in the back of her mind it seemed she had heard of something by that name ... something ancient and forbidden.
Chee settled in the chair beside the cot, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head as if he were a hungry silsha limbering up for the hunt. “Interesting, is it not, for you and I to be here together after all those Council Meetings when you sat in the gallery across from me, tilting that proud Tal profile into the air.” The cot groaned as he put his weight on the edge. Then his finger traced a line of frozen fire down her cheekbone. She flinched from his touch and he smiled. “Well, that’s behind us now. Not only are you going to grace my House, you’re going to put my plans into action.”
“Plans?” Haemas struggled to sit up, fighting the waves of dizziness that swept over her until the whole room seemed slanted. “What in the name of Darkness are you talking about? Whatever—possessed you to bring me here?”
“The timelines, of course.” His pale face floated above his starkly black collar as if it were not connected to the rest of him at all. “Of course, you’ll probably understand much better after our matrimonial.”
* * *
Clouds had drifted across the two rising moons, obscuring the bright crescents as Enissa emerged from the simple Shael’donn portal, holding the younger Lenhe girl’s hand. She shivered in the frost-laden air, still soaked to the skin from the Lowlands downpour. She glanced up into the dark, restless sky for a moment, then turned as Kevisson emerged from the blue mist after them, cradling the exhausted, wet form of Kisa Lenhe against his chest. Enissa shook her head, still furious. If she’d had any idea what that idiot Orcado had been up to, she would not have allowed either child to attend the service, no matter what anyone said.
The Highlands wind had a raw, bitter edge that hinted at snow before the night’s end. She rubbed her arms as she peered at the wan face pillowed on Kevisson’s shoulder. How is the poor thing?
Sleeping. He shifted her slight weight in his arms. You have room for them at the House of Moons, don’t you? I could take them over to Shael’donn, but I don’t know how our new Lord High Master Senn is going to rule on the subject of females. He hardly seems the liberal type.
Enissa sniffed. As if I’d ever let the likes of him get his hands on this pair. They’ve problems enough as it is. Of course we have room, but we would keep them even if it meant we all had to sleep on the floor!
A fleeting smile passed across Kevisson’s face, only to be replaced by the brooding expression he’d worn ever since the two of them had discovered Myriel’s dead body. Enissa glanced down at young Adrina’s copper-gold head. “Come, child. A few more steps and then we’ll get a nice room ready just for you and your
“Diren?” Haemas closed her eyes again, realizing she had heard that name mentioned last night, too. “Diren—Chee?” She heard the muffled sound of boots striding down the hall.
“So, Axia,” a masculine voice said, “how is our guest today?”
“See for yourself, if you really want to know,” the woman replied curtly as she scraped her chair back. “You will anyway.”
Haemas tried to reach out with her mind, but her brain felt as if it had been smothered in thick layers of ebari wool. She got only the haziest of impressions while her head began to throb again with a peculiar buzzing. Opening her eyes, she saw the trim frame of the Lord of Chee’ayn, dressed in unrelieved black from head to toe. “It is you!” she whispered. “But why?”
“Now, if I were lying there in your place, I would be more interested in how.” He hefted a dull-green crystal in his hand. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never heard of a latteh.”
A latteh. Somewhere in the back of her mind it seemed she had heard of something by that name ... something ancient and forbidden.
Chee settled in the chair beside the cot, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head as if he were a hungry silsha limbering up for the hunt. “Interesting, is it not, for you and I to be here together after all those Council Meetings when you sat in the gallery across from me, tilting that proud Tal profile into the air.” The cot groaned as he put his weight on the edge. Then his finger traced a line of frozen fire down her cheekbone. She flinched from his touch and he smiled. “Well, that’s behind us now. Not only are you going to grace my House, you’re going to put my plans into action.”
“Plans?” Haemas struggled to sit up, fighting the waves of dizziness that swept over her until the whole room seemed slanted. “What in the name of Darkness are you talking about? Whatever—possessed you to bring me here?”
“The timelines, of course.” His pale face floated above his starkly black collar as if it were not connected to the rest of him at all. “Of course, you’ll probably understand much better after our matrimonial.”
* * *
Clouds had drifted across the two rising moons, obscuring the bright crescents as Enissa emerged from the simple Shael’donn portal, holding the younger Lenhe girl’s hand. She shivered in the frost-laden air, still soaked to the skin from the Lowlands downpour. She glanced up into the dark, restless sky for a moment, then turned as Kevisson emerged from the blue mist after them, cradling the exhausted, wet form of Kisa Lenhe against his chest. Enissa shook her head, still furious. If she’d had any idea what that idiot Orcado had been up to, she would not have allowed either child to attend the service, no matter what anyone said.
The Highlands wind had a raw, bitter edge that hinted at snow before the night’s end. She rubbed her arms as she peered at the wan face pillowed on Kevisson’s shoulder. How is the poor thing?
Sleeping. He shifted her slight weight in his arms. You have room for them at the House of Moons, don’t you? I could take them over to Shael’donn, but I don’t know how our new Lord High Master Senn is going to rule on the subject of females. He hardly seems the liberal type.
Enissa sniffed. As if I’d ever let the likes of him get his hands on this pair. They’ve problems enough as it is. Of course we have room, but we would keep them even if it meant we all had to sleep on the floor!
A fleeting smile passed across Kevisson’s face, only to be replaced by the brooding expression he’d worn ever since the two of them had discovered Myriel’s dead body. Enissa glanced down at young Adrina’s copper-gold head. “Come, child. A few more steps and then we’ll get a nice room ready just for you and your
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