demon to bring your Cu Sith of all things. Other weapons would have been confiscated instantly. Can you quiet him? For the span of this visit, you will come to no harm. However the Archdemon Naberia will not enter if your canine bodyguard is behaving in a hostile manner. It is disrespectful to show hostility toward your host. That is true in your world also, is it not?"
I found it interesting that he'd said for the span of this visit no one would harm me. Demons seemed to be very precise in what they said, at least Isaiah was. I was already here and at this point I had no choice but to trust him in order to get the information I wanted.
I knelt beside Samson and hugged him around the neck, whispering, "They've sworn not to hurt us. Quiet down. Watch for a signal." Samson and I had a secret code, which we'd been working on this past week. I gave him the sit and stay on alert signal and he obediently stopped growling and sat next to me, his eyes focused sharply on Isaiah.
Isaiah smiled and nodded. "It would not hurt to let him know that I saved you from Kennet."
"I saved myself." He gave me a skeptical look. "Fine. After you trained me, which you wouldn't have done without our blood agreement."
"Without the agreement, perhaps not. " I must have looked shocked by his candid words, because he spread his hands as if to say this is only the truth . "However, since then I have discovered much about you and your sister."
He turned to lo ok toward the far doorway. The archdemon is here."
A female materialized out of the lines at the far end of the ro om and took her time walking toward us. She glanced around curiously, as if she was seeing this space for the first time. When she came alongside Isaiah, he immediately touched behind his ear, bowed at the waist and stepped back. She was Sasha's height and looked similar to the fae females I'd met, in that she was beautiful in an unusual, exotic way. Her movements were graceful, yet slightly alien, as if this body was not her usual manifestation. Her hair was thick and dark like Aedus', her nose was prominent and her thin-lipped mouth was turned up in a pleasant smile that held no warmth. An orange fire lit up her eyes, brighter even than Isaiah's. Instinctively, I understood that taking this form had been a courtesy, and that if I saw her truly, I'd be afraid.
Power pulsated through my body as she pushed a tendril of her energy in my direc tion. Her icy mental touch was fleeting, but it still made my skin crawl. I damped down my fear and met her gaze.
Isaiah spoke clearly. "Jacqueline Crawford Cuvier, may I introduce you to your grandmother, Archdemon Naberia of the Alter Demonic Level: Purest of Blood and therefore Powerful beyond Imagining." I nodded my head the way the fae do and she smiled her icy smile, probably amused by my feebl e attempt to show her respect.
"Archdemon Naberia, may I present your granddaughter, Jacqueline Grace Fitzgerald Crawford Cuvier; Cheetah Shapeshifter, Rarest of Healers and Blessed Receptacle of the Power of your Blood.
I started to speak, confused by the Grace Fitzgerald added to my name, but Isaiah sent me a mental slap. " Remain quiet and still ."
Her expression was neutral as she carefully looked me over from head to toe. "Turn around child." Her voice was deep and sultry.
I lifted my chin. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, Grandmother, but I won't turn my back on a powerful supernatural."
The corner of her mouth twitched. "Your aura is a rich shade. Has it always been so, Isaiah?"
He answered, "It has grown deeper since her time in the fae's prison."
She seemed to be waiting for a comment from me, so I said, "I haven't noticed a change."
"The beast is soul-bonded to you." She was looking at Samson now.
"I don't know what you mean, Grandmother." This was one of the weirdest conversations ever, but I couldn't just start asking questions out of the blue.
She narrowed her eyes and huffed in annoyance. "Isaiah, you told me you were
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