“You’re a natural Black Widow?” Cassidy asked Shira.

“That’s the only kind there are in Dena Nehele,” Shira replied.

“The penalty for training anyone in that Craft is execution,” Theran said.

Ranon snarled at Theran.

“Gentlemen,” Cassidy said, using Craft to enhance her voice. She waited until they had all quieted down. Then waited until a couple of Warlords got done swearing after Vae nipped them because they didn’t quiet fast enough to suit the Sceltie.

“I’m here because you wanted a Queen who knows the Old Ways of the Blood, who lives by the Old Ways of the Blood, and who will require that you live by that Protocol and code of honor. That means a good many things that you knew no longer apply.” Cassidy turned in her chair and looked at Theran. “You say Black Widows were outlawed. How many of the Queens who controlled Dena Nehele had Black Widows in their courts? My guess is all of them did. What was outlawed were the Black Widows who wouldn’t serve in those courts. The ones whose skills would endanger a Queen who was hated.

“We’re going back to the Old Ways, gentlemen, and in the Old Ways the Hourglass is an honored caste of witches. They are not outlaws. Their training is not outlawed.” Cassidy turned to look at Shira. “If you accept the position of court Healer, you would have to reside here. Are you prepared to do that?”

“I am,” Shira replied.

“Then welcome to the court, Sister.”

*You’re forgetting something, Lady,* Theran said. *We don’t have a court. There are only eleven males.*

*No,* Cassidy said, *there’s—* Gray, she finished silently.

He wasn’t going to be part of her court. Couldn’t be part of her court. Not as he was.

But he could have been—should have been—if he had been whole.

Ranon looked at the men on the platform, his expression grim. He too must have just realized they didn’t have an official court.

“Is the other Warlord Prince still planning to present himself?” Ranon asked.

Theran shot him a hostile look. “He is.”A glance at the windows. “He’ll be here as soon as the sun sets.”

And this Warlord Prince, whoever he is, is the reason the men who weren’t selected have been waiting.

Folding her hands on the table, Cassidy looked at the windows at the other end of the room.

“He’ll be here soon,” her cousin Aaron had said, glancing out a window. “The sun has almost set.”

She knew what it signified when someone wasn’t usually available before sunset. So she knew what these men were waiting for.