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Alexandra grabbed Jaenelle by the shoulder to lead her from the room. When Daemon moved to follow, Alexandra swung around and pointed a finger at him. "You," she said venomously, "stay with Prince Alexander and see to Leland and Wilhelmina. "
Bitch, Daemon thought. She was doing this out of jealousy. He started to argue with her to take both girls home now, but another surge of pain through the Ring made him suck in his breath. Arguing now would only make things worse.
Daemon watched Jaenelle leave the room, escorted by Alexandra, Dr. Carvay, and Robert Benedict. She looked so frail, so vulnerable. He would talk to her again once Wilhelmina was home, take her by force to Cassandra's Altar if that's what he had to do. Saetan had to have enough influence over her to keep her away from Chaillot.
Saetan. Once he got her away from Beldon Mor, at least he would have some help protecting her.
By the time the pain from the Ring subsided enough for Daemon to move, Philip had already gotten Wilhelmina to her feet and was tugging ineffectually at her dress. With a low snarl, Daemon turned her around, settled the dress back over her shoulders, and deftly buttoned up the back. Her eyes had a glazed, drugged look, and she was shaking, more from fear than cold.
"Wilhelmina," Philip said, taking hold of her arm.
Wilhelmina screamed, flailing her arms at him as she stumbled back into the corner.
Pushing Philip aside, Daemon stood in front of Wilhelmina and snapped his fingers twice in quick succession. Once her eyes focused on his hand, he raised it slowly until it was level with his face. Then he lowered his hand and held it out to her. "Come, Lady Benedict," he said in a respectful, formal voice. "Prince Alexander and I will escort you home. " He held his hand steady, giving her time to decide whether or not to accept it. When she finally did, she threw herself against him, locking her other arm around his waist.
In the end, despite Philip's glaring at him, he untangled himself from her grasp and carried her downstairs to the waiting carriage and home, where, he fervently hoped, there would be someone who would take care of her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
1—Terreille
As she paced around her bedroom, Alexandra nervously twisted the secondary controlling ring she wore on her right hand. She had done what she had to do. The girl was obviously out of control. Dr. Carvay said Jaenelle had probably been under undue strain for a while, but this last episode—threatening members of Chaillot's council with a broken bottle and speaking gibberish!
Alexandra knew where to place the blame. She hadn't wanted to believe Robert's hints, hadn't wanted to believe Sadi's interest in the girls was less than innocent, hadn't wanted to believe he might actually have . . . with Jaenelle! With all the perverse things Sadi was capable of doing, was it any wonder that Jaenelle had mistaken the intent of the men who had taken Wilhelmina upstairs so she could rest a bit after overindulging in her first taste of sparkling wine? But to threaten the council, to put them all at risk while Lord Kartane was there and would no doubt send this tale winging back to Hayll! Of course Hayll's High Priestess would be only too happy to send additional assistance, until Chaillot became a mere puppet dancing while Dorothea held the strings.
Sadi. She would have to send him back to—
Alexandra's bedroom door clicked as the lock slipped back into place. She whirled, her right hand raised, but before she could use the controlling ring she lay sprawled on the floor, one side of her face ablaze from the blow of a phantom hand.
Pushing herself into a sitting position, Alexandra stared at Daemon, leaning so casually against the door.
"My dear," he said in a gentle voice so full of murderous rage it terrified her worse than the most violent shout, "if you ever use the Ring on me again, I'll decorate the walls with your brains. "
"If I use the Ring—"
Daemon laughed. It was an eerie sound—hollow, malevolent, cold. "I can survive a great deal of pain. Can you?" He smiled a brutal smile. "Shall we put it to the test? Your strength against mine? Your ability to withstand what I'll do to your body—not to mention your mind—while you try to hold me off with that pathetic piece of metal?" He walked toward her. "The trust women have in the Ring is so misplaced. Haven't you learned that much from the stories you've heard about me?"
"What do you want?" Alexandra tried to scoot backward, but Daemon stepped on her dressing gown, pinning her to the floor.
"What I've wanted since I came here. What I've always wanted. And you're going to get her back for me. Tonight. "
"I don't know what—"
"You put her back in that . . . place, didn't you, Alexandra? You put her back in that nightmare. "
"She's ill!" Alexandra protested. "She's—"
"She isn't ill," Daemon snarled. "She was never ill. And you know it. Now you're going to get her out of there. " He smiled. "If you don't get her back, I will. But if I have to do it, I'll flood the streets of Beldon Mor with blood before I'm through, and you, my dear, will be one of the corpses washed into the sewer. Get her out of Briarwood, Alexandra. After that, you won't have to trouble yourself with her. I'll take care of her. "
"Take care of her?" Alexandra spat. "You mean twist her, use her for your own perverse needs. Is that why you walk with her in the farthest parts of the garden? So you can fondle . . . " Alexandra choked, but the words kept tumbling out. "No wonder you can't act like a man around a real woman. You need to force children—"
"Before you begin accusing me, look to your own house, Lady. " Daemon pulled her to her feet, one hand holding her wrists behind her back while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head up.
"Get her out, Alexandra," he said too softly. "Get her out before the sun rises. "
"I can't!" Alexandra cried. "Dr. Carvay is the head of Briarwood. He'll have to sign the release papers. So will Robert. "
"You put her in there. "
"With Robert! Besides, she was so distraught, she was heavily sedated and shouldn't be moved. "
"How long?" Daemon snapped, letting her fall to the floor.
"What?" She felt weak and helpless with him towering over her.
"How long before you can bring her back here?"
Time. She needed a little time. "Tomorrow afternoon. "
When he was silent for so long, she dared to look up, but quickly looked away. She flinched when he squatted beside her.
"Listen to me, Alexandra, and listen well. If Jaenelle isn't back here, unharmed, by tomorrow afternoon, you, my dear, will live long enough to regret betraying me. "
Alexandra sank full length on the floor, covering her head with her hands. She couldn't stop seeing that look in his eyes, and she would go mad if she couldn't stop seeing that look in his eyes. Even when she heard him cross the room, heard the door open and quietly click shut, she was still too frightened to move.
It was so dark.
Alexandra woke, slowly opening her eyes. She was lying on her back in a lumpy, chilly, damp bed.
Something tickled her forehead.
As Alexandra raised her arm to brush the hair from her face, her hand hit something solid a few inches above her head.
Dirt trickled down, hitting her neck and shoulders.
Her other hand pressed against the bed—and found dirt.
She flung her arms out with bruising force—and found dirt.
Her toes, when she stretched her legs a little, found dirt.
No, she thought, fighting the panic, this was a dream. A bad dream. She couldn't be . . . buried. Couldn't be.
Shutting her eyes to keep the dirt out, she blindly explored.
It was a neatly cut rectangle. A well-made grave. If it was a grave, the earth above would be loose. Whoever did this would have had to dig down to put her there.
Half sobbing, half gasping, Alexandra clawed at the dirt above her face. When her hand hit tree roots, she stopped, stunned.
That wasn't right. Someon
e would have had to dig around the roots.
Scooting down a little, she began clawing at the dirt again. It was packed solid, frozen.
Think. Think. A witch could pass through solid objects. It was dangerous, yes, but she could do it if she didn't panic.
Alexandra forced herself to breathe slowly and steadily as she concentrated. Raising one hand, she slowly passed it through the dirt, moving upward, upward, slowly, slowly. She raised her other hand.
Her hands were moving through the dirt, moving upward to freedom.
Alexandra let out a small laugh of relief.
Then her hands hit something more solid than the earth.
Her fingers poked, prodded. She felt nothing, and yet something was there.
Concentrating her energy on making the pass, she pushed against that nothingness while her Opal Jewel glowed with her effort, drawing on her reserves, focusing her strength. She sent the force of the Jewel into her hands and pushed.
A dark, crackling, overwhelming energy snaked down her fingers into her arms. Alexandra shot backward, hitting her head against a dirt wall.
Her strength was gone. The Jewel hung around her neck, dark and empty. If she'd pushed against that energy another moment longer, her Jewel would have broken, and her mind would probably have shattered with it.
"No," Alexandra moaned. She beat her hands against the floor of her dirt coffin. "No. " She felt dizzy. The air. There was no more air. Gathering her legs beneath her as best she could, Alexandra sprang upward, trying to break free of the earth.
"NO!"
Alexandra's chin hit the end of her bed. She lay on her stomach, gasping, shivering. A dream. It was, after all, a dream.
A soft, icy laugh filled her mind. "Not a dream, my dear. " Daemon's voice rolled through her mind, sentient thunder. "A taste. I'm a very good, very discreet gravedigger. I've had centuries of practice. Just remember, Alexandra. If Jaenelle isn't back, unharmed, by tomorrow afternoon, you will feed the worms. "
He was gone.
Alexandra rolled onto her back. It was a trick, a dream. He couldn't have.
She raised a shaking hand, closing her eyes against the weak glow of the candlelight.
A dream. An evil dream.