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if she shut him out now , she might shut him out forever .
`` his soul is of the night . ''
it took all of daemon 's self-control to sit still , to look relaxed and only mildly interested .
jaenelle paused .
`` and i do n't think he 'd approve . ''
`` you mean philip would n't approve of his teaching you ? ''
`` no.he would n't approve of philip . ''
she shook her head .
`` he would n't approve at all . ''
nor do i , my lady .
nor do i.as daemon thought about the little he knew about guardians and the stories he 'd heard or read about the high lord of hell , he saw jaenelle swallow , and his own throat tightened .
guardians .
the living dead .
they drank ... `` he does n't hurt you , does he ? ''
he asked harshly , instantly regretting the words .
jaenelle twisted to face him , her eyes skimmed with icy anger .
daemon immediately retreated , trying to find a way to soften what he 'd just said .
`` i mean ... does he scold you if you do n't get a lesson right ?
the way graff does ? ''
the anger left her eyes , but she was still wary .
`` no , he does n't scold . ''
she repositioned herself until she was sitting back on her heels .
`` well , most of the time he does n't .
only once , really , but that was because i scared them and it was really prothvar 's fault because i asked him to teach me and he would n't teach me he just laughed and said i could n't but i knew i could so i did to show him i could but he did n't know i could and then he got scared and they got angry and that 's when i got scolded .
but it was really prothvar 's fault . ''
her eyes were full of an appeal for him to be on her side .
daemon felt dizzied by the explanation and grasped the one thing he could pull out .
`` who 's prothvar ? ''
`` andulvar 's grandson . ''
daemon was getting a headache .
he 'd spent too many nights getting into heated but friendly arguments with lucivar over who was the most powerful warlord prince in the history of the blood not to know who andulvar was .
mother night , he thought as he surreptitiously rubbed his aching temple , how many of the dead did she know ?
`` i agree , '' he said decisively .
`` i think prothvar was at fault . ''
jaenelle blinked .
she grinned .
`` that 's what i think too . ''
she wrinkled her nose .
`` prothvar did n't think so .
he still does n't . ''
daemon shrugged .
`` he 's eyrien .
eyriens are stubborn . ''
jaenelle giggled and snuggled up next to him , daemon slowly lowered his arm until his hand lightly caressed her shoulder , and sighed , content .
he would have to make peace with the priest .
he would n't step aside , but he did n't want her trapped in the middle of that kind of rivalry .
besides , the high lord was just a rival , not an enemy .
she might need him too .
`` your mentor is called the priest , is he not ? ''
daemon asked in a sleepy , silky voice .
jaenelle tensed but did n't pull away .
finally she nodded .
`` when you next see him , would you tell him i send my regards ? ''
jaenelle 's head shot up so fast that daemon 's teeth snapped together , just missing his tongue .
`` you know the priest ? ''
`` we were briefly acquainted ... a long time ago , '' daemon said as his fingers became entangled in her hair .
jaenelle snuggled closer , hiding a huge yawn with both hands .
`` i 'll remember , '' she promised sleepily .
daemon kissed the top of her head , reluctantly drew her to her feet , put the book back on the shelf , and led her out of the library .
he pointed her toward the stairs that would take her up to her bedroom on the floor above .
`` go to bed-and sleep . ''
he tried to sound stern , but even to his own ears it came out lovingly exasperated .
`` you sound like him sometimes , '' jaenelle grumbled .
she climbed the stairs and disappeared .
daemon closed his eyes .
liar .
silky , court-trained liar .
he did n't want to smooth away a rivalry .
that was n't why he sent the message .
he wanted-secondhand and only for an instant-he wanted to force saetan to acknowledge his son .
but what kind of message would the priest send in return , if he cared to send any at all ?
7-terreille greer stood before the two women seated by the fire , his hands clasped loosely behind his back .
he was the high priestess of hayll 's most trusted servant , her favorite assassin , her caretaker of meddlesome , messy details .
this assignment was an exquisite reward for his loyalty .
`` you understand what you 're to do ? ''
greer turned slightly toward the one called the dark priestess .
until tonight he had never understood why his powerful priestess should feel so compelled to make accommodations for this mysterious `` adviser . ''
now he understood .
she had the scent of the graveyard about her , and her keen malevolence frightened and excited him .
he was also aware that the `` wine '' she drank came from a different kind of vineyard .
`` i understand and am honored that you have chosen me for this assignment . ''
while dorothea may have chosen who would take on the task , it quickly became apparent that the assignment had come from the other .
it was something he would keep in mind for the future .
`` he wo n't balk because you 're the one explaining the terms of the agreement ? ''
dorothea said , glancing at his right arm .
`` his dislike for you is intense . ''
greer gave dorothea an oily smile and turned his attention fully on the dark priestess .
so .
even the choice of who had n't been made by hayll 's high priestess .
`` all the more reason for him to listen-particularly if i 'm not pleased to be offering such generous terms .
besides , if he chooses to lie about what he knows , i may be able to detect it far better than one of the ambassadors who '' -he put his left hand over his breast in an expression of sincerity- '' although most highly qualified for their usual assignments are , regrettably , reluctant to deal with sadi except in the most perfunctory ways . ''
`` you 're not afraid of sadi ? ''
the dark priestess asked .
her girlish voice annoyed greer because it was at odds with her deliberately concealed face and her attitude of being a dark , powerful force .
no matter .
tonight he finally understood who really controlled hayll .
`` i 'm not afraid of sadi , '' he said with a smile , `` and it will give me great pleasure to see him dirty his hands with a child 's blood . ''
great pleasure .
`` very well .
when can you leave ? ''

if she shut him out now , she might shut him out forever .

`` his soul is of the night . ''

it took all of daemon 's self-control to sit still , to look relaxed and only mildly interested .

jaenelle paused .

`` and i do n't think he 'd approve . ''

`` you mean philip would n't approve of his teaching you ? ''

`` no.he would n't approve of philip . ''

she shook her head .

`` he would n't approve at all . ''

nor do i , my lady .

nor do i.as daemon thought about the little he knew about guardians and the stories he 'd heard or read about the high lord of hell , he saw jaenelle swallow , and his own throat tightened .

guardians .

the living dead .

they drank ... `` he does n't hurt you , does he ? ''

he asked harshly , instantly regretting the words .

jaenelle twisted to face him , her eyes skimmed with icy anger .

daemon immediately retreated , trying to find a way to soften what he 'd just said .

`` i mean ... does he scold you if you do n't get a lesson right ?

the way graff does ? ''

the anger left her eyes , but she was still wary .

`` no , he does n't scold . ''

she repositioned herself until she was sitting back on her heels .

`` well , most of the time he does n't .

only once , really , but that was because i scared them and it was really prothvar 's fault because i asked him to teach me and he would n't teach me he just laughed and said i could n't but i knew i could so i did to show him i could but he did n't know i could and then he got scared and they got angry and that 's when i got scolded .

but it was really prothvar 's fault . ''

her eyes were full of an appeal for him to be on her side .

daemon felt dizzied by the explanation and grasped the one thing he could pull out .

`` who 's prothvar ? ''

`` andulvar 's grandson . ''

daemon was getting a headache .

he 'd spent too many nights getting into heated but friendly arguments with lucivar over who was the most powerful warlord prince in the history of the blood not to know who andulvar was .

mother night , he thought as he surreptitiously rubbed his aching temple , how many of the dead did she know ?

`` i agree , '' he said decisively .

`` i think prothvar was at fault . ''

jaenelle blinked .

she grinned .

`` that 's what i think too . ''

she wrinkled her nose .

`` prothvar did n't think so .

he still does n't . ''

daemon shrugged .

`` he 's eyrien .

eyriens are stubborn . ''

jaenelle giggled and snuggled up next to him , daemon slowly lowered his arm until his hand lightly caressed her shoulder , and sighed , content .

he would have to make peace with the priest .

he would n't step aside , but he did n't want her trapped in the middle of that kind of rivalry .

besides , the high lord was just a rival , not an enemy .

she might need him too .

`` your mentor is called the priest , is he not ? ''

daemon asked in a sleepy , silky voice .

jaenelle tensed but did n't pull away .

finally she nodded .

`` when you next see him , would you tell him i send my regards ? ''

jaenelle 's head shot up so fast that daemon 's teeth snapped together , just missing his tongue .

`` you know the priest ? ''

`` we were briefly acquainted ... a long time ago , '' daemon said as his fingers became entangled in her hair .

jaenelle snuggled closer , hiding a huge yawn with both hands .

`` i 'll remember , '' she promised sleepily .

daemon kissed the top of her head , reluctantly drew her to her feet , put the book back on the shelf , and led her out of the library .

he pointed her toward the stairs that would take her up to her bedroom on the floor above .

`` go to bed-and sleep . ''

he tried to sound stern , but even to his own ears it came out lovingly exasperated .

`` you sound like him sometimes , '' jaenelle grumbled .

she climbed the stairs and disappeared .

daemon closed his eyes .

liar .

silky , court-trained liar .

he did n't want to smooth away a rivalry .

that was n't why he sent the message .

he wanted-secondhand and only for an instant-he wanted to force saetan to acknowledge his son .

but what kind of message would the priest send in return , if he cared to send any at all ?

7-terreille greer stood before the two women seated by the fire , his hands clasped loosely behind his back .

he was the high priestess of hayll 's most trusted servant , her favorite assassin , her caretaker of meddlesome , messy details .

this assignment was an exquisite reward for his loyalty .

`` you understand what you 're to do ? ''

greer turned slightly toward the one called the dark priestess .

until tonight he had never understood why his powerful priestess should feel so compelled to make accommodations for this mysterious `` adviser . ''

now he understood .

she had the scent of the graveyard about her , and her keen malevolence frightened and excited him .

he was also aware that the `` wine '' she drank came from a different kind of vineyard .

`` i understand and am honored that you have chosen me for this assignment . ''

while dorothea may have chosen who would take on the task , it quickly became apparent that the assignment had come from the other .

it was something he would keep in mind for the future .

`` he wo n't balk because you 're the one explaining the terms of the agreement ? ''

dorothea said , glancing at his right arm .

`` his dislike for you is intense . ''

greer gave dorothea an oily smile and turned his attention fully on the dark priestess .

so .

even the choice of who had n't been made by hayll 's high priestess .

`` all the more reason for him to listen-particularly if i 'm not pleased to be offering such generous terms .

besides , if he chooses to lie about what he knows , i may be able to detect it far better than one of the ambassadors who '' -he put his left hand over his breast in an expression of sincerity- '' although most highly qualified for their usual assignments are , regrettably , reluctant to deal with sadi except in the most perfunctory ways . ''

`` you 're not afraid of sadi ? ''

the dark priestess asked .

her girlish voice annoyed greer because it was at odds with her deliberately concealed face and her attitude of being a dark , powerful force .

no matter .

tonight he finally understood who really controlled hayll .

`` i 'm not afraid of sadi , '' he said with a smile , `` and it will give me great pleasure to see him dirty his hands with a child 's blood . ''

great pleasure .

`` very well .

when can you leave ? ''