didn’t take away the water.
Finally enough.
Ballsansass. That was important, too, although he couldn’t remember why.
He slid sideways. The water had melted his bones. He hadn’t known water could do that. Whiskey could, if you drank enough of it, but water? Who would have guessed?
Then he was melting and sliding, melting and sliding, sliding, sliding away into the safety of the night, into the sweet Darkness.
Chapter Four
“She took the bait,” the Fifth Circle guard reported with barely restrained eagerness.
Krelis leaned back in his chair, dropping his hands below the desk to hide the trembling he couldn’t control. Dorothea’s compulsion spell must have worked, which made him feel easier about the other spells she’d woven for him—not that he doubted the High Priestess’s ability.
“While she was in Raej, did the bitch buy anyone who might be of value to us?” Krelis asked, watching the young man who reminded him of himself not that many centuries ago.
The blank look on the guard’s face only lasted a moment. Then he stiffened and focused his eyes on the back wall of the Master’s office. “My apologies, Lord Krelis. I didn’t think to obtain a list of the slaves she bought.”
“Nor did Lord Maryk think to include it in your instructions,”‘ Krelis said smoothly.
The guard squirmed a little, recognizing the trap within the words.
Krelis understood being torn between loyalty and survival. As a boy, he had loved Olvan, who had been a gentle but firm parent as well as a respected teacher and scholar. As a youth, he’d felt desperate to get away from the taint surrounding the frightened, withered man his father had become after that day at the tree. No one had needed to tell him that the longer a connection remained between father and son, the more distrustful the influential Queens would be when the time came to serve in their courts.
Forced to choose between loyalty and survival, he had chosen survival.
Loyalty, he discovered, could be bought easily enough.
So he waited to see which the guard would choose— loyalty to Maryk, who was not only an aristo but an experienced second-in-command, or survival by giving full allegiance to the new Master of the Guard.
Finally, the guard said in a low voice, “No, sir, Lord Maryk did not include obtaining the list in his instructions.”
“No matter,” Krelis said with a dismissive gesture. “Lord Maryk had more pressing duties to consider.”
“Yes, sir. Shall I return to Raej and obtain the list?”
“Yes. By the time you return, Lord Maryk will be here with the slaves.
We’ll keep any that may be of interest to the High Priestess and send the others back to Raej to sell on the last auction day.”
The guard saluted smartly and left.
Krelis rubbed his hands over his face. Maryk should be back by nightfall, the task completed. Then, perhaps, he could get some sleep.
Chapter Five
His stomach growled and threatened to chew his backbone.
Jared ignored it.
His muscles ached and begged to be stretched.
He ignored them, too.
The fierce need to piss had him swinging his legs over the side of the narrow bed. He pushed himself into a sitting position and fuzzily tried to remember what came next.
Rubbing sleep-crusted eyes, Jared looked blearily at the dark-eyed, dark-haired boy sitting cross-legged beside the bed.
“Davin?” Jared said hoarsely, knowing it couldn’t be even before the boy’s expression turned wary. His youngest brother would be nineteen now, not the ten-year-old he’d cheerfully said good-bye to before he’d torn his life apart.
“I’m Tomas,” the boy said. “There’s no Davin here.”
Thank the Darkness for that.
There was something peculiar and faint about the boy’s psychic scent, but Jared was too preoccupied to figure it out. “Where—”
“We’re in the guest servants’ quarters.”
Jared shook his head and tried again. “Where—”
“Don’t know what Territory—”
“Where’s