The Shadow Queen

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Gray stuffed the roll with scrambled eggs, then smeared a little jam on part of the roll. He took a bite and made a face.
“Too sweet?” Cassidy asked.
“Yes,” he said, glad he hadn’t smeared any more of the roll. “But it’s good,” he added quickly.
She laughed. She had a wonderful laugh, warm and earthy. Not the bright, brittle sound of cruelty.
“My mother and I like the jam with the eggs. My brother prefers this red sauce that’s a little spicy.”
“That sounds better.”
She gave him an odd look—and an even odder smile. Not bad, just odd.
He ate his sandwich and drank his coffee, not sure what else to do.
“You didn’t come back,” he said quietly. “I brought the barrow out for you each day, but you didn’t come back.” He’d also watered that flower bed late each night so the ground would stay rain soft and be easier for her to dig.
“I wanted to come back, but there’s been an awful lot of work to do. All these meetings and reports . . . Every time I’ve tried to take an hour in the garden, Theran has herded me to another meeting. I think he’s spending too much time with Vae, and he’s turning into a Sceltie.”
Gray laughed. He’d met the Sceltie and was more than willing to play a short game of fetch with her, but she did spend more time with Theran.
Cassidy poured more coffee for both of them. “Last night I decided I can only work so long and so hard without taking some time for myself, and I can spend some time in the garden each morning before getting cleaned up for the business part of the day.”
Gray felt light enough to float. “You’re going to come every day?”
She nodded. “I need some time to be Cassidy before I have to be ‘the Queen.’ I know there’s so much work to be done, but I need some time in the garden. I need this time.”
Me too.
He set his cup back on the tray. “Then let’s not waste the time you have to be Cassidy.”
Smiling, Cassidy headed back to the house. Her arms and shoulders were a little tired and achy, but it was a good feeling to let her body work while her mind rested. Or while her mind focused on something besides maps and lists and persuading wary men to trust her enough to give her accurate information.
The Warlord Princes didn’t trust Queens. They needed them for themselves and for the rest of Dena Nehele, but they didn’t trust the caste of witches who had represented a brutal control for so long. Even the males who belonged to her were circling warily, and each action, each piece of information offered, was a way of testing the ground to find out what she would do, how she would respond.
Shira too was wary, but that had to do with her being a Black Widow and coming from the Shalador reserves. She wasn’t used to being accepted.
Were Shira and Ranon lovers? Or were they still dancing around each other?
Not her problem—she hoped. But wouldn’t it be lovely to watch two people fall in love?
About the only person here whom she could simply talk to was Gray, but even Gray was struggling with something whenever he was around her. At least they could talk about plants. At least there was the companionship and satisfaction of working together and seeing results.
Hours spent poring over maps might accomplish something in the long run, but an hour spent weeding a flower bed provided results she could see.
And Gray had provided her with something else this morning. She’d already sent her first report to Prince Sadi and a note to her mother, but now she had a reason to write to Clayton—and wouldn’t her brother be surprised at her request to send her a jar of the red sauce he liked so much?
Her smile widened to a grin as she pictured Clayton’s face when he read the note. Yes, this morning—
“Lady.”
—had been a good morning. “Prince Theran.”
“Prince Powell has been waiting to go over the reports with you.”
“The Steward has plenty to do,” Cassidy said with stiff polite-ness. “Talking to me an hour ago or an hour from now won’t make any difference. And if I was truly needed for something immediately, I wasn’t hard to find.”
Theran’s lips tightened, as if he was struggling to hold back words that shouldn’t be said.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, Prince, I need to get ready for the day’s work.”
He stepped aside, letting her pass.
She wanted to like him, if for no better reason than he was her First Escort and that required them to work closely. But as she walked to her suite, she wondered if it was worth the effort to try to like a man who was making it more clear every day that he didn’t like her.
Bitch.
Theran stared at the gardens, at the plot of ground that was noticeably cleaner, and at his cousin who was still out there, sweating too hard over some damn patch of dirt. A wrong move when the back muscles were tight and tired and Gray would be down for days, sedated to quiet the pain.
But Cassidy had to have her ground cleared instead of focusing on what needed to be done, so Gray was out there working too long and too hard.
Damn her. Why couldn’t she leave the boy alone?
He’d done his best to keep her occupied, to pile up the work until she didn’t have a minute to think about playing with Gray and pushing the boy to tidy up the posies. But he hadn’t gotten to her room fast enough this morning to stop her, hadn’t even known she’d left her rooms until he’d knocked on her door to find out when she planned to get to work and Birdie had told him she was already gone.
Gone. Yeah, she was gone. And how long would it be before she got tired of watching Gray dig up weeds and figured out something else she could do with him?
Not going to happen, Theran thought as he went back into the house. He and Gray were the same height, the same build. They both had dark hair and green eyes. The women he’d bedded had considered him a good-looking man and skilled enough to be welcomed back for a second night.
He didn’t want Cassidy. Who would? But her voice was the kind that could heat a man’s blood—as long as he didn’t have to look at her face.
So he’d do his duty to court and family—and give Lady Cassidy enough reasons not to give Gray another thought.
Theran couldn’t put off the unpalatable duty any longer. Cassidy had retired to her suite, and the First Circle was ready to have an hour or two without dancing for the Queen’s pleasure. Not that there had been any dancing. Or much of anything else once they had gathered in this sitting room after dinner.
Picking up the shawl Cassidy had left behind, he smiled at the other men and started to open the sitting room door. “Guess this is my signal.”
Startled silence.
“Meaning what?” Ranon asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.
“You know.”
“I thought that duty wasn’t required of a First Escort,” Talon said.
Theran shrugged. “Not required, but it can be requested.”
He wasn’t sure about that. Wasn’t sure if offering wasn’t crossing some line according to those books of Protocol Cassidy had brought with her. But he figured a woman who hadn’t gotten a ride for a few days wasn’t going to turn down an offer, even if it wasn’t strictly following the damn rules.
“Theran,” Ranon said, sounding concerned. “Are you sure about this?”
He wasn’t sure about anything except that he had to do something to keep Gray safe. He smiled again. “I can fulfill my duties to the Queen. When it comes right down to it, all women look the same in the dark.”
A rustle of material outside the room, but no one was there when he opened the door.
Hell’s fire. Had a maid been standing there eavesdropping? Didn’t matter.
He took his time walking up to that wing of the house, but he still arrived at Cassidy’s door much too soon. He knocked twice, and when she finally opened the door, he noticed that the spots on her face seemed to be popping out of her pale skin more than usual.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
She just stared at him.
“You left your shawl down in the sitting room.”
No response.
“May I come in?”
“No.” Hoarsely spoken, as if she was fighting back some strong emotion.
“Lady?”
“All women may look the same in the dark, but all men don’t feel the same. In fact, a woman will find out more about a man’s true nature in the dark than she’ll ever see in the light of day.”
Hell’s fire. She was the one who had been standing outside the door. “Look, I just—”
“I don’t need your penis, and I don’t need your pity.”
She slammed the door in his face, and a moment later he felt a Rose lock on the door.
“Shit,” Theran muttered. He folded the shawl and left it outside her door—and wondered how much groveling he would have to do in the morning.
CHAPTER 13
TERREILLE
All women look the same in the dark.
Did you really think I was excited about being with you? I worked damn hard in your bed, Cassidy, and thank the Darkness you never wanted a ride in daylight.
All women look the same in the dark.
Five years when you were all I could have. At least with Lady Kermilla I won’t need a drug to keep myself hard in order to fulfill my duties.
All women look the same in the dark. All women. All women.
Dreams. Memories. Lashed by words spoken by her previous Consort on the day he left her court and by Theran last night, Cassidy headed for the gardens as soon as there was enough light. She couldn’t stay in the house, couldn’t breathe in the house.
It hurt to think, hurt to feel, hurt to remember.
Theran didn’t want her, wasn’t even supposed to make that kind of offer. A First Escort wasn’t a Consort. She didn’t want a Consort. Didn’t want another man telling her she wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, hot enough, arousing enough, whatever enough she wasn’t, because she could only be who she was, and she didn’t want to be hurt like that. Not ever again.