He had waited until Dorothea’s carriage was out of sight before walking away from the platform. The mutilated bodies that had been left for grisly inspection didn’t bother him. Hell’s fire, Dorothea had done that much—or worse—to people when she was feeling playful. But no one seemed to remember that. Or, perhaps, most of the fools here had never witnessed one of the High Priestess’s moods.

But the Steward and the Master of the Guard…Ball-withered idiots. They had actually had tears in their eyes when they helped her into the carriage. How could they believe she’d been under a spell for all these centuries, that she hadn’t reveled in her victims’ pain?

Oh, she had certainly sounded sincere and remorseful. He didn’t believe it for a moment. Any man who had ever had to pleasure Dorothea in a bed wouldn’t have believed it. Daemon wouldn’t have, that’s for sure.

Daemon. The High Lord’s son. That explained a great deal about his “cousin.” All those years, when Daemon had been raised as a bastard in Dorothea’s court, had she known? She must have. Which meant that the High Lord of Hell would have no love for the High Priestess of Hayll.

Which circled back to his own concerns.

The mysterious illness that had started almost thirteen years ago was consuming him. All the other men who had enjoyed Briarwood’s secret little playground were already in the grave. Because he was Hayllian, one of the long-lived races, and because he had never gone back to Chaillot, he was the only one left. And he could feel that he was running out of time.

After the connection between the illness and Briarwood had been revealed a few weeks ago, he had started thinking—when his mind wasn’t so consumed in nightmares that he could think—and he always came to the same conclusion: the only Healers who might be powerful enough to cure this illness before it destroyed him, and the only ones who would be ignorant of the cause, were in Kaeleer. They would probably be serving in the courts of the Territory Queens, who, if Dorothea hadn’t been lying about that, were under the High Lord’s control. Which meant he had to find something that would buy the High Lord’s assistance. Thanks to Dorothea’s little speech, he now had information he thought the Prince of the Darkness would find very interesting.

Pleased with his decision, Kartane smiled. He would spend a few more days sniffing out information and then pay a little visit to the Shadow Realm.

4 / Terreille

Alexandra Angelline gingerly settled into a chair, relieved that Dorothea had chosen a private receiving room instead of a formal audience room. This meeting was going to be difficult enough without enduring a court full of sneering Hayllians.