He held the box out, both to entice and to keep his face as far away from it as possible. When she opened the lid, a drugged mist would burst out of the box. Startled, she would gasp and inhale enough of the highly potent drug to make her sufficiently compliant so that he could get her away from the room and this corridor before forcing the second, liquid dose down her throat.

Inside the room, something thumped to the floor.

That damned striped cat.

Osvald triggered the first compulsion spell and shaped the command. Step into the corridor and close the door. Step into the corridor and close the door. Step into…

He smiled when, looking slightly confused, Wilhelmina obeyed.

“I was told to report your reaction to the gift,” he said, sounding apologetic about putting her to the extra bother.

She stayed close to the door, her hand still gripping the knob.

Cursing silently, he triggered the second compulsion spell. Step close to the box and raise the lid. Step close to the box…

Moving as if her muscles fought against the effort, Wilhelmina stepped close to the box and slowly lifted the lid.

3 / Kaeleer

With Graysfang beside her, Surreal wandered around one of the inner gardens. The cryptic remarks Jaenelle and Karla had made at breakfast about a new variation intrigued and worried her.

There were plenty of sexual variations that gave the male an advantage, so she didn’t think they were talking about that…unfortunately. Daemon was getting burned by his own sexual energy, and the strain of trying to keep it leashed sufficiently in order not to scare Jaenelle was starting to show. She wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure the easy affection Jaenelle gave to the other males in the First Circle before he lashed out. Maybe she should talk to the High Lord…

Graysfang snarled. Before she could ask what was wrong, he took off, heading straight for the wall. As he approached, he leaped and climbed air as if he were climbing a steep hill, scrambled over the roof, and was gone.

“Graysfang!” Surreal shouted.

*Dejaal is being attacked,* he replied. *I’m going to help him.*

Surreal swore viciously as she ran for the nearest door.

“Surreal!”

She spun around.

Falonar strode toward her from the other side of the garden. “Lucivar sent me to find you since you didn’t show up for—”

“Can you get me over this roof?” Surreal said with enough fury in her voice to make him check his stride. “Graysfang said Dejaal is under attack, and the son of a bitch took off without me!”

In the two strides it took him to reach her, he made the shift from cautious male to warrior. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.