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My father? He had no right to such a name. She denied it, and I never called him so. But all right, sugar. If that's what you want. Let's talk about the man who sired me.

Women rule in Terreille, and the whole concept of Protocol has been perverted. It used to be a balance. District Queens served Province Queens who served Territory Queens--the strongest and the best, chosen by the dark Jeweled Blood of the Territory. Males served the Queen their heart led them to. The Blood looked after the landen, and the land flourished and it was good. Caste, social standing and Jewel rank worked together, a triumvirate of power and position that kept our people always in a dance of power and protocol and in balance. The strong protected the weak.

Or so I have been told. It is not so, now. Males, even privileged ones, are no more than slaves. Frightened, weak males strip any weaker female of all her power and frightened females ring strong males before they can become a threat. A strong Queen could challenge and change this, but males bed them too young and they rise from their Virgin Night broken and useless. No threat to the SaDiablo reign.

Kartane SaDiablo. Only son of Dorothea SaDiablo, Red-Jeweled High Priestess of the Black Widow Coven and ruler of Hayll. Most of Terreille has fallen into Hayll's shadow, into Dorothea's shadow. She perverts everything she touches, and her son is no exception. Weak-willed, cowardly bastard, he took his ire out on the weak, the helpless. Darkness forbid that a Queen could rise, strong enough to challenge Dorothea's rule. Any such she saw broken, and her son soon became one of her favorite instruments.

He was a pretty boy, I've heard tell. A broken man when I finally saw him, caught in the web that Jaenelle wove around Briarwood, but a pretty boy. His mother thought so as well. He was naught more than a child when she took him to her bed to pleasure her. They say that sort of thing can break a man. He couldn't stop her, so he took it out on those weaker. Servant girls speared so viciously they had to send him away because the other men complained they couldn't use the girls. He hated whores. The gossip in the houses was that he could only rise to the occasion if he caused pain, and only the lower houses allowed the games he wanted to play. He was banned from houses before he found ways to just dominate the young girls without marking the goods. But houses had rules, and he didn't have absolute power.

So he took to playing his mother's game. Find a witch, young, still a girl. Spear her, hard and vicious. Break her web of power and drive her beyond herself. He'd keep them sometimes. Make them play his game until he seeded them. Sometimes they aborted spontaneously. Sometimes he gave them a brew to drink. When the child was gone, he tossed them out to go back to their families or a Red Moon House or the gutter.

My mother escaped his depraved games. She'd worn the Green when he broke her past herself. She couldn't use more than basic Craft when he was done the first night. She escaped and she whored for her keep so Kartane couldn't find her and destroy the child she gave birth to. His child.

Me.

His mother's pawn found her while I was at school. Slit her throat. I ran, so they wouldn't find me.

And then I trained. I killed. Planned men's deaths carefully and cruelly and sent them to it.

Dress rehearsal, sugar. For the right place. The right time. For my meeting with my father.

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He got a slightly more serious look over her shoulder.

"Do you?"

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A flash of his eyes told her just how he felt.

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She relaxed again, letting the tension ease away. Too attuned to what Daemon had been through to ever demand anything, she just wanted to be sure.

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Over her back, up one cheek and to the base of her back. He focused on the hollow there.

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She squirmed a little at the shivers of pleasure he was sending through her.

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His hands stayed warm on her waist as he followed up her back, to the nape of her neck. If it was possible her skin was even softer there.

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She literally purred, arching for him, one hand drifting to hold one of his.

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His kissed the skin there one more time, then rolled her shoulder to better hear that purr, never breaking contact with her hand.

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She smiled, stretching like a cat, and arching up into him.

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She was touching places now, all of which he enjoyed.

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She ran her free hand over him, slow and warm, teasing and learning at the same time.

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He was more than willing to let her touch where she pleased.

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Her lips slid over his, fitting to them, then down his neck, nibbling.

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"Well have to oder lunch and dinner to bed as well, if we keep this up."

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"Wasn't that the plan?" she asked with a soft laugh.

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"yes," he agreed, kissing her again. "That was the plan."

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She wrapped herself around him lazily with a smug grin.

"Well, then. They'll just have to bring us our lunch and dinner up here...."

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"I could be persuaded to add breakfast, tomorrow, to that list."

He grinned rather wickedly.

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She chuckled. "And when breakfast turns into lunch...."

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"...and all of it over again," he finished.

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She nodded solemnly. "We might never leave this room...."

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He reached out and tilted her chin up for a kiss.

"I don't see a problem there."

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She made a face at him, but returned his kiss with a smile.

"Males..." It might have been the first time she'd ever said that word and not meant it as a curse.

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He laughed.

"I am one of those, yes." He continued to kiss her lazily. "Although if we stayed here, I would miss dancing with you."

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She teased her hand up his side.

"I thought we were dancing..."