by Darkness Hid (Blood Of Kings, Book 1) (2009) by Williamson (2009). Jill

Author:Williamson (2009). Jill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-03-26T18:07:53+00:00

"I am, sir."

"Very good. You are how old?"

"Fourteen, sir."

"You will call me Master or Master Hadar. Are you tired?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then we shall let you rest, after a small test." Master Hadar glanced at Carlani. "Tell me what Carlani is thinking."

Vrell's stomach churned. That was not a very kind thing to do with poor Carlani right here, but the valet did not appear to be paying attention. He was picking hairs and fuzz from his master's cloak. She sought Carlani's mind again.

...should have a cloak of silk or satin. Wool does tend to pick up every little thing in this drafty castle. But the wool keeps Master warm. Maybe I should suggest a bonnet. It would keep the heat in...

Vrell pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. "He is concerned with your cloak, Master. Every little thing clings to it. He knows the wool keeps you warm, but he thinks a bonnet might do the trick and maybe a cloak of silk or satin."

Master Hadar's sunken eyes bulged. "Good! Very good!" He purred and rubbed his gnarled hands together. "Carlani's mind is like a child the way it's so easy to read. Still, you're more advanced than I expected. Excellent. One more test."

Master Hadar stared at Vrell, his eyes as grey as his cloak. Her ears itched, so she swallowed and focused on closing her mind. He raised a hand and waved her closer. She took one step forward but he continued to wave. She walked until her knees touched his. He reached up, pressed his wrinkled thumb in the softness under her chin, and his fingers against her temple, cupping her face. His intimate touch startled her, and she glanced into the orange flames to remain calm and focused. Her face burned from her nearness to the crackling fire.

A tiny pinch started in the base of the back of her skull. The sensation grew slowly until it felt like a fist had reached inside and squeezed her brain. She let out a ragged breath and swallowed again. A tear trickled down her cheek, into the place where his thumb touched her chin. Her limbs trembled. She fought to steady them. Her arm twitched involuntarily and slapped his. He did not flinch. He did not release her.

Vrell uttered a small cry, sucked in another breath, and steeled herself against the ferocious pain. Her forehead grew damp with sweat. She glanced down to her master's storming, enlarged pupils and her knees buckled. She pulled back to catch her balance, and severed his grip.

Master Hadar hummed. "Excellent! Your tolerance is incredible. Had you not met my eyes you'd have lasted longer. I could get nothing from you. Nothing at all."

Vrell couldn't stop shivering. She did not want to last longer. She never wanted him to touch her in such a way again. What horrible magic did this man wield?

"What are you called?" Master Hadar asked.

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