“I’m going to explain the basics of kissing.” There was a slight edge to Surreal’s smile. “You would agree that I know a few things about kissing?”

“All right,” Jaenelle replied cautiously.

“And you never thought to ask me about it in the month that I’ve been in Kaeleer?” And that rankled.

“I thought about it,” Jaenelle muttered. “It didn’t seem polite.”

Oh, Mother Night. Well, that would explain the glazed look she sometimes noticed in the High Lord’s eyes. How many nights had he sat in his study totally flummoxed by dealing with a Queen this powerful who still worried about being polite?

“I thank you for your concern, but, since we’re family, I wouldn’t have been offended by a little girl talk.”

There was speculation in Jaenelle’s eyes. Surreal could almost see the questions piling up.

“For today, let’s just stick to basic kissing.”

“Should I take notes?” Jaenelle asked earnestly.

“No,” Surreal replied slowly, “but I think you should try some hands-on practice as soon as possible.”

Surreal quietly closed the door and hurried down the corridor. She wasn’t sure that look of intense concentration that had been on Jaenelle’s face boded well for the man on the receiving end of that attention, but she’d done her best. Any further instructions would have to come from Daemon—and good luck to him. For a woman who had grown up around some of the most sensual males Surreal had ever met, Jaenelle was appallingly dense about sex. Maybe it had taken Daemon’s arrival to wake her up sexually, but you would think she would have picked up some clues.

How in the name of Hell did two inexperienced lovers ever figure out how to do anything? Surreal wondered. Which made her think about how many things could go wrong once Daemon and Jaenelle got past kissing.

Which made her think that, maybe, she should tell the High Lord about this little chat. Maybe she should. Just in case.

She turned a corner and almost ran into the very last person she wanted to see right now.

“What’s wrong?” Daemon asked.

“Wrong?” Surreal said, taking a step back. “Why should anything be wrong?”

“You look pale.”

Oh, shit. “Um.” Maybe she should tell him about that little chat, just to give him a little warning. Daemon, Jaenelle and I had a little talk about sex. I think you’ll enjoy the results.

Maybe not.

“Surreal?” Daemon said, an edge coming into his voice.

Surreal took a deep breath. “Act nervous. It will help.”

Then she was past him, running through the corridors. A few minutes later, breathless, she burst into Saetan’s study.

Saetan froze, his pen poised above the papers on his desk. “Surreal,” he said cautiously.

She sat down in the chair in front of his desk and smiled a bit desperately. “Hi. I thought I would keep you company for a while.”