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The sea's soft breath caressed his face. The saltwater condensing and running like tears down his face. The feeling of the wind and the lapping of the waves on his bare feet ( Read more... )

The dark curtains surrounded the main atrium of the building. It is still over an hour till the scheduled time, but it would likely all be over by then. Asmodean's dark eyes flick about. Lanfear is sitting calmly, and the bait for this trap, the tiny redhead is sitting off, green eyes glazed and empty from the Compulsion in her mind in a chair in ( Read more... )

Only the sound of footfalls broke the austere silence of the room. White marble coated every surface. The room was piercingly bright, Asmodean's eyes narrowing. The black-clad musician was like a shadow amongst all the room. The only piece of furniture was an ivory velvet couch that Lanfear lounged langorously on. It was so like the woman ( Read more... )

The low, dull, unceasing noise of the crowd bothered Asmodean. It was a kind of grating, organic sound that dulled his senses. There was no music in it. The cool glance of disdain around the room. There were so many people, so many variables. It was difficult to plan anything. He had to watch Lanfear carefully. To see her smiling there as they ( Read more... )

It never surprised Asmodean how little things changed. They would be attending Graendal's party and Lanfear was determining what he would be wearing. He stood in front of his closet with his hands on his hips, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful woman in white behind him ( Read more... )

A light, trilling melody danced in the air in Asmodean's chambers. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his fingers danced with the music on the flute. Lanfear would be here soon enough, and with that his playing would end for a time ( Read more... )

The soft sounds of his fingers across the strings. She would be here soon enough. He had to be careful with her, not like with Di'aliz. Lanfear was ruthless in her way. She would arrive soon enough. The prickling of his skin would warn him of that.

His fingers tapped nervously on the table. She should have been back by now. Surely, she was just having fun. Surely. Glancing around the house, Asmodean had not touched the dinner in front of him. The fresh-cut flowers on the table were new. Surely, they would be celebrating tonight. Surely ( Read more... )

His hands ached. He had been playing quite a long time. As much as he wished it, he could not play constantly. He did require some rest, on occasion ( Read more... )