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she disappeared into the bathroom with the bowl , returned with a towel , rubbed him dry , and pushed him back onto the pillows .
daemon closed his eyes .
he felt light , dizzy , and empty to the marrow of his bones .
he also felt a craving for poison that was so fierce he almost would have welcomed the pain back .
he heard water running in the bathroom , heard it stop .
he opened his eyes to find jaenelle standing by the bed holding one of cook 's mugs .
`` drink this . ''
daemon clumsily took the cup in his left hand and obediently sipped .
his body tingled .
he drank gratefully , relieved when the craving started to disappear .
`` what is this ? ''
he finally asked .
`` a distillation of poisons that are safe for you to drink . ''
`` where did- '' `` drink . ''
she darted back into the bathroom .
he finished the drink before she returned .
she placed the clean bowl on the bedside table , took the empty cup , and vanished it .
`` you need to sleep now . ''
she pulled off his shoes and reached for his belt .
`` i can undress myself , '' he growled , ashamed of how harsh his voice sounded after she 'd done so much to help him .
jaenelle stepped back .
`` you 're embarrassed . ''
daemon studied her .
she was n't being coy .
`` i do n't undress in front of young girls . ''
she gave him a strange , thoughtful look .
`` very well .
the snake tooth has n't drawn back into its sheath yet , so be careful not to snag it . ''
she turned and went to the door .
it hurt to have her use that neutral , formal voice .
`` lady , '' he called softly .
when she returned to the bed , daemon raised her hand to his lips for a light kiss .
`` thank you .
if you ever want to recite another lesson to help you remember it , i 'd be very pleased to listen . ''
she smiled at him .
he was asleep before she slipped out the door .
4-terreille surreal tried to shift her hips to a more comfortable position , but the arm around her tightened and the hand resting on her arm gripped with bruising force .
philip alexander had arranged for this evening with her early that morning .
that was the only predictable thing he 'd done .
there was no leisurely dinner , no conversation , no turning out the lights , no light lovemaking before he covered her .
he took her , hard , with the candlelights glaring at full intensity so there could be no illusion about who was under him .
when he was through , he rolled off her , ate the cold dinner , drank most of the wine , and took her again .
now he stared at the canopy above the bed , grinding his fingers into her bruised arm .
she could have stopped him , gray against gray .
her green jewel had shielded her a little , but not enough to keep her from getting hurt .
the gray was her surprise weapon , and she did n't want to give up that edge until she absolutely had to .
after the second time , he 'd done nothing but hold her tight against him , but she felt the anger in him , watched his jewels flash as they absorbed the energy .
`` i 'd kill that bastard if i could , '' philip said through clenched teeth .
`` he acts as if nothing 's happening while she ... '' `` who ? ''
surreal tried to lift her head .
`` who 's a bastard ? ''
if she hadsome idea what had made him act this way , she might be able to get through the rest of the night .
`` that 'gift ' dorothea sadiablo sent to alexandra .
there 's more warmth in a glacier than there is in him , and yet leland ... '' surreal smelled blood .
she turned her head just a little .
philip , in his rage , had bitten his lip .
she 'd already guessed that philip 's attachment to the angelline court had more to do with the daughter than the mother .
was n't that what the completely dark room was all about , being able to pretend he was leisurely making love to leland ?
were there hurried couplings when robert benedict was n't there , couplings so tainted with the fear of being found out that there was no pleasure in them ?
now sadi was there , and leland could be physically gratified by another male under robert 's watchful and approving eye .
surreal shivered , remembering all too well what it felt like to be gratified by the sadist .
`` cold ? ''
philip asked , his voice a little gentler .
surreal let him tuck the quilt up around them .
now that she knew where to look , it would n't be difficult to reach sadi-if she wanted to .
still , there was that red-haired witch at cassandra 's altar who was asking about him , and she did owe him .
surreal pushed herself up on one elbow , fighting philip 's restraining hand .
she smoothed her hair away from her face , letting it fall in a long black curtain across her back and shoulder .
`` philip , why do you believe sadi is serving lady benedict ? ''
`` she publicly summons him to her room so that the whole family and most of the staff knows he 's with her , '' philip snarled .
his anger made his gray eyes look flat and cold .
`` and at the breakfast table , she chatters on about how entertaining he was . ''
`` she actually says he was entertaining ? ''
surreal flung herself backward and laughed .
damn .
leland was smarter than she 'd thought .
philip threw himself on her , pinning her to the bed .
`` you find this amusing ? ''
he spat at her .
`` you think this is funny ? ''
`` ah , sugar , '' surreal said , gulping back her laughter .
`` from what i know about sadi , he can bevery entertaining out of bed , but he 's seldom entertainingin bed . ''
philip 's grip eased a little .
he frowned , puzzled .
`` she 's not the first , you know , '' surreal said with a smile .
`` first what ? ''
`` the first woman to so blatantly call attention to the use of a pleasure slave . ''
she stifled her laughter .
he still did n't get it .
`` why- '' `` so that after people come to expect it and the maids are n't going to gossip about rumpled linen because the story 's already stale , the slave can be dismissed quietly and the lady 's lover can spend a couple of leisurely hours with her without anyone suspecting . ''
surreal looked him in the eye .
`` and lady benedict does have a lover , does n't she ? ''
philip stared at her for a moment .
he started to smile and winced when it pulled his cut lip .
surreal playfully pushed him away , rolled off the bed , and casually walked into the bathroom .
she turned on the light and studied her reflection .
there were bruises on her arms and shoulders from his hands , bruises on her neck from his teeth .
she winced at the raw ache between her legs .
deje was going to lose her for a few days .
by the time she returned to the bedroom , philip had straightened the bed and was lying back comfortably , his hands under his head .

she disappeared into the bathroom with the bowl , returned with a towel , rubbed him dry , and pushed him back onto the pillows .

daemon closed his eyes .

he felt light , dizzy , and empty to the marrow of his bones .

he also felt a craving for poison that was so fierce he almost would have welcomed the pain back .

he heard water running in the bathroom , heard it stop .

he opened his eyes to find jaenelle standing by the bed holding one of cook 's mugs .

`` drink this . ''

daemon clumsily took the cup in his left hand and obediently sipped .

his body tingled .

he drank gratefully , relieved when the craving started to disappear .

`` what is this ? ''

he finally asked .

`` a distillation of poisons that are safe for you to drink . ''

`` where did- '' `` drink . ''

she darted back into the bathroom .

he finished the drink before she returned .

she placed the clean bowl on the bedside table , took the empty cup , and vanished it .

`` you need to sleep now . ''

she pulled off his shoes and reached for his belt .

`` i can undress myself , '' he growled , ashamed of how harsh his voice sounded after she 'd done so much to help him .

jaenelle stepped back .

`` you 're embarrassed . ''

daemon studied her .

she was n't being coy .

`` i do n't undress in front of young girls . ''

she gave him a strange , thoughtful look .

`` very well .

the snake tooth has n't drawn back into its sheath yet , so be careful not to snag it . ''

she turned and went to the door .

it hurt to have her use that neutral , formal voice .

`` lady , '' he called softly .

when she returned to the bed , daemon raised her hand to his lips for a light kiss .

`` thank you .

if you ever want to recite another lesson to help you remember it , i 'd be very pleased to listen . ''

she smiled at him .

he was asleep before she slipped out the door .

4-terreille surreal tried to shift her hips to a more comfortable position , but the arm around her tightened and the hand resting on her arm gripped with bruising force .

philip alexander had arranged for this evening with her early that morning .

that was the only predictable thing he 'd done .

there was no leisurely dinner , no conversation , no turning out the lights , no light lovemaking before he covered her .

he took her , hard , with the candlelights glaring at full intensity so there could be no illusion about who was under him .

when he was through , he rolled off her , ate the cold dinner , drank most of the wine , and took her again .

now he stared at the canopy above the bed , grinding his fingers into her bruised arm .

she could have stopped him , gray against gray .

her green jewel had shielded her a little , but not enough to keep her from getting hurt .

the gray was her surprise weapon , and she did n't want to give up that edge until she absolutely had to .

after the second time , he 'd done nothing but hold her tight against him , but she felt the anger in him , watched his jewels flash as they absorbed the energy .

`` i 'd kill that bastard if i could , '' philip said through clenched teeth .

`` he acts as if nothing 's happening while she ... '' `` who ? ''

surreal tried to lift her head .

`` who 's a bastard ? ''

if she hadsome idea what had made him act this way , she might be able to get through the rest of the night .

`` that 'gift ' dorothea sadiablo sent to alexandra .

there 's more warmth in a glacier than there is in him , and yet leland ... '' surreal smelled blood .

she turned her head just a little .

philip , in his rage , had bitten his lip .

she 'd already guessed that philip 's attachment to the angelline court had more to do with the daughter than the mother .

was n't that what the completely dark room was all about , being able to pretend he was leisurely making love to leland ?

were there hurried couplings when robert benedict was n't there , couplings so tainted with the fear of being found out that there was no pleasure in them ?

now sadi was there , and leland could be physically gratified by another male under robert 's watchful and approving eye .

surreal shivered , remembering all too well what it felt like to be gratified by the sadist .

`` cold ? ''

philip asked , his voice a little gentler .

surreal let him tuck the quilt up around them .

now that she knew where to look , it would n't be difficult to reach sadi-if she wanted to .

still , there was that red-haired witch at cassandra 's altar who was asking about him , and she did owe him .

surreal pushed herself up on one elbow , fighting philip 's restraining hand .

she smoothed her hair away from her face , letting it fall in a long black curtain across her back and shoulder .

`` philip , why do you believe sadi is serving lady benedict ? ''

`` she publicly summons him to her room so that the whole family and most of the staff knows he 's with her , '' philip snarled .

his anger made his gray eyes look flat and cold .

`` and at the breakfast table , she chatters on about how entertaining he was . ''

`` she actually says he was entertaining ? ''

surreal flung herself backward and laughed .

damn .

leland was smarter than she 'd thought .

philip threw himself on her , pinning her to the bed .

`` you find this amusing ? ''

he spat at her .

`` you think this is funny ? ''

`` ah , sugar , '' surreal said , gulping back her laughter .

`` from what i know about sadi , he can bevery entertaining out of bed , but he 's seldom entertainingin bed . ''

philip 's grip eased a little .

he frowned , puzzled .

`` she 's not the first , you know , '' surreal said with a smile .

`` first what ? ''

`` the first woman to so blatantly call attention to the use of a pleasure slave . ''

she stifled her laughter .

he still did n't get it .

`` why- '' `` so that after people come to expect it and the maids are n't going to gossip about rumpled linen because the story 's already stale , the slave can be dismissed quietly and the lady 's lover can spend a couple of leisurely hours with her without anyone suspecting . ''

surreal looked him in the eye .

`` and lady benedict does have a lover , does n't she ? ''

philip stared at her for a moment .

he started to smile and winced when it pulled his cut lip .

surreal playfully pushed him away , rolled off the bed , and casually walked into the bathroom .

she turned on the light and studied her reflection .

there were bruises on her arms and shoulders from his hands , bruises on her neck from his teeth .

she winced at the raw ache between her legs .

deje was going to lose her for a few days .

by the time she returned to the bedroom , philip had straightened the bed and was lying back comfortably , his hands under his head .