Jaenelle’s grin made Saetan wish he’d bitten his tongue. The Darkness only knew what she might think to purchase. Ah, well. It was going to be just as much of a headache for the merchants as it was going to be for him—and he found the idea too amusing to really mind.

“I suppose if you did want to get an unusual gift, you could always get a couple of salt licks for the unicorns,” he teased.

He was stunned by the instant, haunted look in her eyes.

“No,” Jaenelle whispered, all the color draining from her face. “No, not salt.”

He sat for a long time after she left him, staring at nothing, wondering what it was about salt that could distress her so much.

5 / Kaeleer

Draca stepped aside to let Saetan enter. “What do you think?”

Saetan whistled softly. Like all the rooms in the Keep, the huge bedroom was cut out of the living mountain. But unlike the other rooms, including the suite Cassandra had once had, the walls of this room had been worked and smoothed to shine like ravenglass. A wood floor peeked out from beneath immense, thick, red-and-cream patterned rugs that could only have come from Dharo, the Kaeleer Territory renowned for its cloth and weaving. The four-poster blackwood bed could comfortably sleep four people. The rest of the furniture—tables, nightstands, bookcases, storage cupboard—was also blackwood. There was a dressing room with wardrobes and storage cupboards of cedar, and a private bath with a sunken marble tub—black veined with red—a large shower stall, double sinks, and a commode enclosed in its own little room. On the other side of the bedroom was a door leading into a sitting room.

“It’s magnificent, Draca,” Saetan said as his eyes drank in the odds and ends scattered on the tables—a young girl’s treasures. Fingering the lid of a box that had an intricate design created from a number of rare woods, he opened it and shook his head, partly amused and partly stunned. One finger idly stirred the contents of the box, stirred the little seashells that had obviously come from widely distant beaches, stirred the diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires that were no more than pretty stones to a child. He closed the box and turned, one eyebrow rising in amusement.

Draca lifted her shoulders in the merest hint of a shrug. “Would you have it otherwisse?”

“No.” He looked around. “This room will please her. It’s truly a dark sanctuary, something she’ll need more and more as the years pass.”

“Not all ssanctuariess are dark, High Lord. The room you gave her pleasess her, too.” For the first time in all the years he’d known her, Draca smiled. “Sshall I desscribe it to you? I have heard about it often enough.”

Saetan looked away, not wanting her to see how pleased he was.

“I wanted to sshow you the Winssol gift I have for her.” Draca retreated into the dressing room and returned holding a wisp of black. She spread it out on the bed’s satin coverlet. “What do you think?”