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they finished the duet and started again .
the longer they played and the longer graff watched them the more wilhelmina mangled the music until daemon wondered if they were playing the same piece .
certainly the sheet music he was reading had nothing to do with what he was hearing , and he winced more than once at the sounds being produced .
when wilhelmina doggedly began the duet for the third time , graff turned away with a grimace , and daemon felt sourly envious of her ability to leave .
as soon as she left , however , wilhelmina began to play more smoothly , more quietly .
`` you must never ask about jaenelle , '' she said so quietly daemon had to lean toward her to hear .
`` if you ca n't find her , you must never ask anyone where she is . ''
`` why ? ''
wilhelmina stared straight ahead .
her throat worked convulsively as if she were choking on the words .
`` because if they find out , she might get into trouble , and i do n't want her to get into trouble .
i do n't want her to go back to briarwood . ''
she stopped playing and turned toward him , her eyes misty .
`` do you ? ''
he smoothed her hair away from her face and lightly caressed her cheek .
`` no , i do n't want her to go back .
wilhelmina ... where is she ? ''
wilhelmina started playing again , but quietly .
`` she goes for lessons in the mornings now .
sometimes she goes and sees friends . ''
daemon frowned , puzzled .
`` if she goes for lessons , surely your father or alexandra or leland had arranged- '' `` no . ''
`` but a maid must accompany her and would- '' `` no . ''
as daemon considered this , his hands slowly closed into fists .
`` she goes alone ? ''
he finally said , keeping his voice carefully neutral .
`` yes . ''
`` and your family does n't know she goes at all ? ''
`` no , they must n't know . ''
`` and you do n't know where she goes or who gives her these lessons ? ''
`` no . ''
`` but if your family found out about the lessons or who 's giving her lessons , they might put her back in the hospital ? ''
wilhelmina 's chin quivered .
`` yes . ''
`` i see . ''
oh , yes , he did see .
beware of the priest .
she belongs to the priest .
it was careless of him to forget so formidable a rival .
but she did have an innocent way of dazzling a man .
he 'd forgotten about the priest .
was she with him now ?
what could saetan , one of the living dead , have to offer that was preferable to what he , a living man , could offer her ?
but then , she was n't ready for what a man could offer .
would saetan try to keep her away from him ?
if her family ever found out about the high lord ...
there were too many undercurrents in this family , too many secrets .
alexandra balanced on a political knife 's edge , trying to remain the ruling power of chaillot while robert 's position in the male council that opposed her constantly undermined the trust she needed from the other chaillot queens .
the rivalry between robert and philip was an open secret among the aristo blood in beldon mor , and alexandra 's inability to control her own family was causing doubts about her ability to rule the territory .
add to that the social embarrassment of having a granddaughter who had been going in and out of a hospital for emotionally disturbed children since she was five years old .
and add to that having that same child admit that the high lord of hell , the prince of the darkness , the most powerful and dangerous warlord prince in the history of the blood , was teaching her craft .
even if they thought it was just another story , they would lock her away for good to keep her from telling anyone who might listen .
but if , for once , they did believe her , what else might they do to her to end the high lord 's interest in her and keep themselves safe ?
and daemon felt sure that there were things going on in beldon mor that saetan would n't be willing to overlook or forgive .
daemon looked up and breathed a sigh of relief .
jaenelle stood in the doorway wearing riding clothes .
her golden hair was braided and a riding hat perched on top of her head at a rakish angle .
`` i 'm going riding .
want to come ? ''
`` oh , yes ! ''
wilhelmina said happily .
`` i 'm done practicing . ''
as he watched wilhelmina dash out of the room , there was a bitter taste in daemon 's mouth .
the ashes of dreams .
after all , he was hayll 's whore , a pleasure slave , an amusement for the ladies no matter what their age , a way to pass the time .
he closed the music and made a pretense of straightening the stack .
why should he hope jaenelle felt anything for him ?
why should he hurt now like a child who 's not picked for a game ?
daemon turned .
jaenelle stood by the piano , studying him , a puzzled frown wrinkling her forehead .
`` do n't you ride , prince ? ''
`` yes , i ride . ''
`` oh . ''
she considered this .
`` do n't you want to come ? ''
daemon blinked .
he looked at her beautiful , clear sapphire eyes .
it had never occurred to her to exclude him .
he smiled at her and gave her braid a gentle , playful tug .
`` yes , i would like to come . ''
she studied him again .
`` do n't you have any other clothes ? ''
daemon choked .
`` i beg your pardon ? ''
`` you 're always dressed like that . ''
daemon looked at his perfectly tailored black suit and white silk shirt , completely taken aback .
`` what 's wrong with the way i dress ? ''
`` nothing .
but if you wear those clothes , you 're going to get wrinkled . ''
daemon started coughing and thumped his chest to give himself time to swallow the laughter .
`` i have some riding clothes , '' he wheezed .
`` oh , good . ''
her eyes sparkled with amusement .
little imp .
you know why i 'm choking , do n't you ?
you 're a merciless little creature to mock a man 's vanity .
jaenelle trotted to the door .
`` hurry up , prince .
we 'll meet you at the stable . ''
`` my name is daemon , '' he growled softly .

they finished the duet and started again .

the longer they played and the longer graff watched them the more wilhelmina mangled the music until daemon wondered if they were playing the same piece .

certainly the sheet music he was reading had nothing to do with what he was hearing , and he winced more than once at the sounds being produced .

when wilhelmina doggedly began the duet for the third time , graff turned away with a grimace , and daemon felt sourly envious of her ability to leave .

as soon as she left , however , wilhelmina began to play more smoothly , more quietly .

`` you must never ask about jaenelle , '' she said so quietly daemon had to lean toward her to hear .

`` if you ca n't find her , you must never ask anyone where she is . ''

`` why ? ''

wilhelmina stared straight ahead .

her throat worked convulsively as if she were choking on the words .

`` because if they find out , she might get into trouble , and i do n't want her to get into trouble .

i do n't want her to go back to briarwood . ''

she stopped playing and turned toward him , her eyes misty .

`` do you ? ''

he smoothed her hair away from her face and lightly caressed her cheek .

`` no , i do n't want her to go back .

wilhelmina ... where is she ? ''

wilhelmina started playing again , but quietly .

`` she goes for lessons in the mornings now .

sometimes she goes and sees friends . ''

daemon frowned , puzzled .

`` if she goes for lessons , surely your father or alexandra or leland had arranged- '' `` no . ''

`` but a maid must accompany her and would- '' `` no . ''

as daemon considered this , his hands slowly closed into fists .

`` she goes alone ? ''

he finally said , keeping his voice carefully neutral .

`` yes . ''

`` and your family does n't know she goes at all ? ''

`` no , they must n't know . ''

`` and you do n't know where she goes or who gives her these lessons ? ''

`` no . ''

`` but if your family found out about the lessons or who 's giving her lessons , they might put her back in the hospital ? ''

wilhelmina 's chin quivered .

`` yes . ''

`` i see . ''

oh , yes , he did see .

beware of the priest .

she belongs to the priest .

it was careless of him to forget so formidable a rival .

but she did have an innocent way of dazzling a man .

he 'd forgotten about the priest .

was she with him now ?

what could saetan , one of the living dead , have to offer that was preferable to what he , a living man , could offer her ?

but then , she was n't ready for what a man could offer .

would saetan try to keep her away from him ?

if her family ever found out about the high lord ...

there were too many undercurrents in this family , too many secrets .

alexandra balanced on a political knife 's edge , trying to remain the ruling power of chaillot while robert 's position in the male council that opposed her constantly undermined the trust she needed from the other chaillot queens .

the rivalry between robert and philip was an open secret among the aristo blood in beldon mor , and alexandra 's inability to control her own family was causing doubts about her ability to rule the territory .

add to that the social embarrassment of having a granddaughter who had been going in and out of a hospital for emotionally disturbed children since she was five years old .

and add to that having that same child admit that the high lord of hell , the prince of the darkness , the most powerful and dangerous warlord prince in the history of the blood , was teaching her craft .

even if they thought it was just another story , they would lock her away for good to keep her from telling anyone who might listen .

but if , for once , they did believe her , what else might they do to her to end the high lord 's interest in her and keep themselves safe ?

and daemon felt sure that there were things going on in beldon mor that saetan would n't be willing to overlook or forgive .

daemon looked up and breathed a sigh of relief .

jaenelle stood in the doorway wearing riding clothes .

her golden hair was braided and a riding hat perched on top of her head at a rakish angle .

`` i 'm going riding .

want to come ? ''

`` oh , yes ! ''

wilhelmina said happily .

`` i 'm done practicing . ''

as he watched wilhelmina dash out of the room , there was a bitter taste in daemon 's mouth .

the ashes of dreams .

after all , he was hayll 's whore , a pleasure slave , an amusement for the ladies no matter what their age , a way to pass the time .

he closed the music and made a pretense of straightening the stack .

why should he hope jaenelle felt anything for him ?

why should he hurt now like a child who 's not picked for a game ?

daemon turned .

jaenelle stood by the piano , studying him , a puzzled frown wrinkling her forehead .

`` do n't you ride , prince ? ''

`` yes , i ride . ''

`` oh . ''

she considered this .

`` do n't you want to come ? ''

daemon blinked .

he looked at her beautiful , clear sapphire eyes .

it had never occurred to her to exclude him .

he smiled at her and gave her braid a gentle , playful tug .

`` yes , i would like to come . ''

she studied him again .

`` do n't you have any other clothes ? ''

daemon choked .

`` i beg your pardon ? ''

`` you 're always dressed like that . ''

daemon looked at his perfectly tailored black suit and white silk shirt , completely taken aback .

`` what 's wrong with the way i dress ? ''

`` nothing .

but if you wear those clothes , you 're going to get wrinkled . ''

daemon started coughing and thumped his chest to give himself time to swallow the laughter .

`` i have some riding clothes , '' he wheezed .

`` oh , good . ''

her eyes sparkled with amusement .

little imp .

you know why i 'm choking , do n't you ?

you 're a merciless little creature to mock a man 's vanity .

jaenelle trotted to the door .

`` hurry up , prince .

we 'll meet you at the stable . ''

`` my name is daemon , '' he growled softly .