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Daughters had not lost him in the catacombs," Asher spat. "That beast was the finest piece of horse flesh I've ever encountered."
    "This one will make you eat those words, Stone," Conar told him. "Mistral was fast, but this steed will be faster still." He grasped a handful of the stallion's mane and swung atop the broad back.
    "What will you call him?" Azalon asked.
    Conar bent over and patted the sleek neck. "I'll name him after what I plan," he answered.
    He straightened up. "His name is Revenge."

Conar looked up from the papers spread across Jaleel Jaborn's desk. "Come," he ordered.
    The door to the dead Prince's office opened and Rachel Stone, Asher's sister, peeked around the panel. "You wanted to see me, Khamsin?" she asked.
    He laid the papers aside and sat back in his chair. "I wanted to see you two days ago," he said. He swept his hand to the empty chair in front of the desk.
    Rachel closed the door and came into the room. She sat down, placed her trembling hands in her lap, and finally looked up at him. What she saw on his handsome face did nothing to alleviate the nervousness that had gripped since learning he wanted to speak with her.
    "Why have you waited so long to come to me, Rachel?" he asked.
    She shrugged. "Things have been hectic here. There were matters I needed to help with concerning the Daughters. Now, with the fortress secure and those of our enemies either imprisoned or executed, I have finally found time to seek you out."
    "Liar," he said, reaching out to take up a letter opener.
    Rachel's cheeks infused with color and her green eyes snapped with anger, but she held her tongue. She knew better than to argue with him.
    "Do you want me to tell you why you haven't come before now?" he asked. He dug the tip of the letter opener into the blotter, turning the blade from side to side as he watched her.
    She looked down. "There is no need." She jumped when he tossed the opener to the desk and leaned back in his chair. Glancing up, she found him staring steadily at her, his fingers pressed together and templed across his lips.
    "Have you any idea how I felt when I thought Falkar had killed you, Rachel?" he questioned. He hadn't expected her to answer and when she did not, he let out a long breath. "I blamed myself."
    She flinched. "I know."
    His gaze narrowed. "Was it your intent that I keep on blaming myself?"
    She looked up. "You saw me that night, Khamsin. In the crowd with the other women gathered in the catacombs. You looked right at me and I saw the relief on your face. You knew I was alive."
    "Aye," he said. "I did and I was very thankful that you were. But when I asked Meghan the next morning to have you come to my room, you never showed up."
    "Your lady-wife was …."
    "This doesn't concern her, Rachel," he interrupted. "This is between you and me."
    Rachel didn't say anything. She had heard the annoyance in his voice and she had seen the Charlotte Boyett-Compo WINDRETRIEVER 22
    flash of irritation at her mention of his wife. When he pushed back his chair and stood up, she could feel the anger emanating from him.
    "When I call you from now on, little girl, you had better not wait to answer that call. You want to be part of the Cadre of the Samiel, then you will obey me just as the others do. Is that understood?"
    She nodded. "Yes, Khamsin."
    "And that shit about loving me?" he questioned, gaining her immediate regard as she looked up. "I don't know why you told Jaborn that, why you even dared do something so reckless, but you had better never do it again. Do you hear me?"
    "I thought …," she started to say, but he was on her before she could finish.
    "You didn’t think!" he snarled, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her from her chair. He slammed her against him and held her there, glaring down into her stunned face. "If Jaborn hadn't needed you, admitting such a ridiculous piece of garbage like that could have truly gotten your throat cut! The women who have professed to have feelings for me