Three days later:
Daemon paced the Keep. "I thought you said Lucivar would be home today?"
Saetan watched his son… as he had for the last three mornings… "He should be home tonight. We can have a meal here at the Keep and you and Jaenelle can tell us whatever it is that you need to."
"Just so you know I'm going to kick his ass."
Wonderful. "What did your brother do this time?"
Mumbling under his breath Daemon said something that his father couldn't make out.
Leaning back on the front of his desk Saetan very calmly asked, "You want to try saying that so I can hear it?"
He was just about ready to say something when a tap came on the door. "Enter."
"Geoffrey?" Saetan narrowed his eyes giving his friend and fellow guardian a clear indication that he was interrupting something.
"Post came from Lady Cassidy."
Daemon held out his hand, "Probably asking for someone to come and drag Lucivar home." He used one of his long black nails to open the letter. Then froze. "High Lord, You did say Lucivar had taken the shipment to Shalador Nehele."
There was worry there when there shouldn't be. "I did." He paused when he felt the air turn bitter cold. "Namesake, What did Cassidy say?"
He turned to face his father, "She was asking about the shipment since Gray was worried."
"Perhaps your brother went to visit Lady Rhahn first?"
"Geoffrey, will you please ask the Lady to join us. I would like her opinion before I tell the High Lord mine." Daemon hissed. For the sake of his wife he would hold his temper… for now.
A few minutes later Janelle padded into the room. She had on her snow boots and a white winter coat. "Geoffrey said you wanted to see me and it was much too cold in here to come with my winder cloths."
Daemon closed his eyes for her he would leash his temper… for the baby he would keep it leashed. "I want you to read this."
Jaenelle read the few lines. "Lucivar knew the delivery was due yesterday?"
The High Lord nodded. "Something could have come up while visiting Lady Rhahn."
She shook her head, "He would have taken Vae."
"Lady?" Daemon spoke carefully choosing his words. "Between the Keep and Eyota would there be any reason Lucivar would stop some place and not send word?" He knew the answer… Just didn't want to be the one who said it.
Her sapphire pinned him. "No." She paused and thought about it a moment longer "Unless there was immediate danger and he didn't have time to send it… there should be no reason."
He wanted to voice every concern in his head. Wanted to growl, snarl and give his anger a target… couldn't with Jaenelle in the room. "Sweetheart, are you able to feel for him?"
Saetan took that as with the Twilight's Dawn if she had the power. Jaenelle understood what her husband was asking. "We would have to go to the keep in Terrielle. My range would be as far as it was with the Ebon Black but I should be able to find a rough location."
Daemon held out his hand, "Then let's go find the where. And I'll find out the why."
Witch tightened her grip, "You will not leave the Keep and wander all around …."
"Lady I don't plan on wandering anywhere. I plan on destroying anything between me and My brother."
"Prince, you cannot interfere …"
Daemon pinned his father with an icy look, "There are two reasons my brother wouldn't have made it to Cassidy. Would you like to hear them?"
Mother night.
"Prince, you promised not to snarl."
That was a warning tone… not from his queen but his wife… He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I promised I would try not to snarl about what we need to discuss with the family. I never promised I wouldn't dent my brother's head."
"Well then let's go find your brother so you cannot start snarling about that."
Daemon went through the gate first.
"Witch-child?"
"I wanted to tell you and Lucivar together."
Saetan pulled her close for a hug. "This won't harm you're little secret then?"
"No Papa. I could do this before I had Jewels." Then she slipped through the gate.
Saetan stood there for a second longer. Once His son was home he would ask Marian what he had done to get her riled up to start with… Then he would dent his head for doing something to make the Lady go into this blasted realm.
Jaenelle stood on one of balconies staring out over the land. She could feel those who were blood. Could feel their minds, their jewels. Could feel joy and calmness over Shalador Nehele. Couldn't feel anything near the depth of Lucivar's Jewels but did feel a slight hum the ring of Honor. Knew within a second it wasn't resting on flesh. Quickly she turned away from there and let herself feel further… let herself feel ever corner of this realm.
Her eyes flashed open. She could just barely feel him… just barely… Her eyes snapped open. "High Lord, request for Lady Karla, Prince Aaron, Prince Chaosti and Lord Khardeen to meet me here at once."
Daemon glided up to her side, "What is it lady?"
Her head cocked to the side, "I think he's in some kind of sleep."
She thinks!? If Lucivar was sleeping… He looked at the sky… the sun was just setting. Lucivar wouldn't have asleep unless something was wrong. "Where?"
Jaenelle shook her head. "I need to know something first." And hope it's not already too late.
Jaenelle's friends sat in the formal parlor all looking confused about the where not the why… well about the why too but they knew they would be getting that answer soon.
Witch entered first flanked by the High Lord and Daemon. "Lord Khardeen, Lady Karla you both have been to Eyota. Near there you will find Prince Yaslana's Ring. I need to know what else is there."
"They will find what?" Cold whipped around the room as Daemon spoke.
"First I want answers then you can go hunting."
The High Lord understood why Daemon would be allowed in the realm… understood because his son wouldn't leave anything left standing. Wouldn't be asked to.
