Fool. Idiot. Gray wanted to smack himself. Now he was tripping over his tongue as well as his feet. Could he sound any dumber? Why couldn’t he sound like Theran or Ranon or any other grown man?
And why did it suddenly matter so much that
this
man didn’t look at him and see a boy easily dismissed?
“I guess Cassie was upset about the stuff in the shed,” Gray said.
“I didn’t see the note myself, but I gathered she was pretty riled about it,” Burle replied.
“She didn’t need to get riled. It’s not important.”
Burle stopped walking. “You didn’t tell her that, did you?”
“No, sir.”And considering the way Burle looked and sounded right now, he was very glad he hadn’t said anything.
“Smart man. When a woman’s riled up about something, the biggest mistake a man can make is telling her it’s not important. She won’t hear it the way the words are meant, and sometimes it can take a long time to mend things between a man and a woman—if they can be mended at all. If she thinks something is important, it’s best for the man to treat it as such.”
Gray thought about that. “Because treating the thing that’s got her riled as important tells her that
she’s
important?”
“That’s the way of it,” Burle agreed, continuing on to the shed.
When they entered the shed, Gray wished he had straightened the tools, swept the floor. Something. But, Hell’s fire, he hadn’t expected Cassie’s father to show up!
Burle pushed the old blanket aside and pursed his lips. “You gonna get a new chair to put in that corner? With a better lamp, that would give you a place to read. I’m figuring you like books, since a bookcase is one of the pieces requested.”
“I like books, stories and such,” Gray said. “And I’m studying the Protocol books.”
“Protocol is a good thing to know,” Burle said, nodding.
But Gray’s thoughts had followed a different path. “You would know stories about when Cassie was little.”
“I know stories,” Burle agreed. “Might even share a few.”
Gray smiled. He wanted to hear those stories, wanted to share more than the
now
of Cassie’s life. “When I have a daughter, can I call her Kitten?”
Burle made a strange sound. “You’re skipping a few steps in the dance, aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
Burle studied him a bit too long before saying, “You know how to use a hammer?”
“Not to build things.”
“You want to learn?”
Gray hesitated. He
did
want to learn, and he wanted to spend time with Burle,who understood an important difference between a daughter and a Queen—and had shown him, and everyone else, that
Cassie
understood the difference. That was something the Queens who had controlled Dena Nehele before the witch storm killed them all
hadn’t
understood. But he didn’t want to risk what might happen if he wasn’t honest before they began.
“I can’t work a full day,” Gray said, feeling bitter because he didn’t want to be seen as someone
less.
“Not yet. I was . . . tortured . . . when I was younger, and sometimes my body doesn’t work right.”
“Your body’s not working right because you overworked it recently?” Burle asked. “That’s what you’re telling me?”
Gray nodded, unable to look the older man in the eyes. “Shira says I can work a few hours a day, but not more than that, not yet, and Vae will get yappy about it if I try to do more. And not just yappy. Vae
bites.
”
“And who might Vae be?”
“She’s a Sceltie.”
“Ah.” Burle nodded. “Heard of them. Haven’t met one.”
“You will,” Gray said darkly. “Vae has opinions about
everything
.”
Burle looked at the room. “Tell you what. I’ll trade you. You help me for two hours and learn a bit in the process, and I’ll give you two hours of labor to help take care of your work. And we’ll see how it goes.”
“Okay.”
Burle didn’t think less of him for not being able to work a full day. Didn’t say anything about the torture. Was just as matter-of-fact about it all as Lucivar had been.
Something inside Gray relaxed.
“Let’s start by taking some measurements,” Burle said. “Then, while we’re taking care of some of your work, we can talk about how to make some furniture that will suit you and still make my girl happy.”
Later that evening, after a meal when no one seemed able to relax enough to just
talk
, Cassidy and Burle went out walking, heading toward open fields that were away from the house—and the people.
“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Burle asked.
Cassidy linked her arm with her father’s and said nothing.
“All right,” Burle said after a minute. “Let me put it this way: what’s wrong?”
“Theran is a pigheaded ass.”
“You’re entitled to your opinion, Kitten, but I’m
not
sure you’re entitled to shame him in front of the people he has to work with.”
“Why not? He does it to me.”
Burle stopped walking, and Cassidy felt an odd chill in the air.
Mother Night. Her father was a Warlord who wore Tiger Eye, and under most circumstances, Burle wouldn’t think of going up against a Warlord Prince. But fathers weren’t always careful when they stepped up to defend a daughter.
“He blocks everything I try to do,” Cassidy said hurriedly. “He won’t let me go out to the Provinces to meet the remaining Queens and see who might be willing—and capable—of doing more than they’re doing now. Hell’s fire! He doesn’t tell the housekeeper how to do her work, but he’s trying to make every decision for me!”
Burle hesitated—and the air around them changed back to evening cool.
“From what I’ve gathered, going out and about just yet may not be the wisest—or safest—thing for a Queen to do,” he said.
“But Theran won’t let those Queens come to Grayhaven either. He even got his back up when I wanted to go into town with Gray and look at plants for the garden.”
“He might have his reasons.”
“I’m not pretty enough to impress anyone,” Cassidy muttered.
“That’s foolish talk, and you know it.”
Is it really that foolish?
she wondered. Since she didn’t want her father challenging Theran—and getting killed because of it—she held her tongue.
“Time for plain talk, Kitten,” Burle said. “Queens do important work, and they are as necessary to a land as they are to its people. They can make or break a Territory. Hell’s fire, they can make or break a Province or a village. But you’ve missed something along the way, my girl. What you do is
work
, and when you accepted this contract, you were hired for a particular job.”
“No one seems to want me to do that job,” Cassidy said, her voice roughened by frustration.
“Including you?”
Barely enough light to see his face, but enough to know it was a serious question.
“Sometimes I have an idea for a piece of furniture,” Burle said, “and I build it just the way I see it in my mind, exactly the way it suits me to build it out of particular materials. I take pride in the work. Some people will like it and some won’t, but it’s all mine. And then there are other times when I’m hired to help someone build a piece of furniture the way
they
want it built. Their vision, their design. I’ll make suggestions if I foresee a problem in the design or materials, but I’m not the designer, Kitten. I’m the skilled laborer who’s helping someone else create something that matters to them. And even if I think it could have been done differently—or better—I respect what they’re trying to do and give them the best work I can.
“You’ve been here a few weeks. Prince Theran’s been here his whole life, watching what bad Queens did to his land and his people. I’ve been working with Gray this afternoon, and he’s told me a fair amount about his cousin. Enough for me to figure out that Theran wants to do right by his people and do right by Dena Nehele. The name Grayhaven means something here, and it’s a weight as well as a privilege to carry the name.”
“So I should help him build a new foundation the way he thinks it should be built?” Which reminded her of one of Burle’s sayings:
Don’t go knocking down a wall because you think the room will look better when all you were asked to do was paint.
“A year from now, you can walk away from these people and their problems. He can’t. Won’t. Is he pigheaded?” Burle shrugged. “Probably couldn’t have survived if he wasn’t.”
Nothing to say when Poppi put it like that.
“I’ll tell you what else I figured out in these few hours. You and Theran might not be as far apart as you both seem to think.” Burle smiled and patted her hand. “You’re looking to prove something to yourself. He’s looking to prove something to his people. Maybe, Kitten, the reason you’re scrapping instead of working together is that you both want too much too fast, and you’re getting in your own way.”
CHAPTER 18
TERREILLE
C
assidy pulled her nightgown over her head, then pressed a hand against her abdomen. A heaviness, settling low. A dull ache that got more pronounced every time she stood up this evening.
Well, Shira warned her that it would hurt more if she delayed her moontime. Looked like she was going to find out how much more.
She called in her supplies and tucked them in a bathroom drawer where they would be handy, then got into bed, feeling chilled despite the mild night. She plumped up pillows and opened the book she was reading. But she didn’t feel like reading.
When she first arrived in Dena Nehele, it felt like an adventure, like a chance to do something
good
. Since then, she felt like she was constantly slogging through emotional mud that was knee-deep and getting deeper. She could see the value of looking at this like a contract job, but that didn’t seem to be working either, because every time she’d asked Theran what he would like to do about
anything
, he danced away from giving her a straight answer. He opposed her suggestions but wouldn’t make any of his own because that wasn’t a First Escort’s duty.
And why not? If his reason for opposing her suggestions was superior knowledge of what was happening in the Provinces and villages, why didn’t he share the information?
Sweet Darkness, she missed her father, and he’d left only yesterday.
Cassidy snorted. “Left out a few details in my letter, my eye.” The dresser had already been made, and the wood had been cut for a small bookcase. Since he’d brought a mattress as part of the supplies, her father had had a good idea of how big the bed could be.
It had been an excuse to come visit, but she wasn’t sure whose idea it had been—her father’s, Prince Sadi’s, or the High Lord’s. Didn’t matter. Besides her own time with Poppi, her father’s visit had done so much good for Gray. One of Burle’s sayings was “Work hard, but work smart,” and his practical balance of when to use muscle and when to use Craft—and when to rest—helped Gray feel less wounded.
And the occasional silly smile on Gray’s face, combined with a twinkle in Burle’s eyes, meant her father had been telling tales about her. She might have wondered more about what was said if Gray hadn’t found the courage to enter the house and join them for meals the last day Burle was there.
That had been her father’s finest piece of work.
The only person who hadn’t warmed to Burle was Theran, who had remained freezingly polite. Even Talon, after he’d realized Burle wasn’t uneasy about being around someone who was demon-dead, joined them in the evenings to play cards or just talk.
Only Theran had viewed her less-than-aristo background as further proof that she wasn’t worthy of ruling Dena Nehele.
“Let him take a piss in the wind,” Cassidy muttered, putting the book aside, since even reading seemed too much effort tonight.
As she pulled the covers up and tried to find a comfortable position, she heard Craft-enhanced scratching on her suite’s door.
*Cassie? Cassie!*
To avoid getting out of bed, she used Craft to open the door to the suite and the glass doors that led into her bedroom.
*You are not downstairs with the males,* Vae said as soon as she entered the bedroom.
“Needed some quiet time tonight,” Cassidy replied. And needed some time to think about what she was going to do in the morning when every male around her would react to the scent of moon’s blood—and to the fact that she would be vulnerable, unable to use her own power during the first three days without causing herself debilitating pain.
*You are not well?* Vae asked.
An odd hesitation in the question, and the same phrasing a human would use to ask about such a personal subject. But why would the Sceltie know, or care, about her moontime?
“Want to keep me company?” Cassidy asked.
Vae jumped up on the bed and lay down next to her. Cassidy put her arm around the dog and cuddled closer, the warmth of that furry body soon easing the ache in her lower belly as her muscles relaxed.
Sighing, she shifted her head to a more comfortable spot on the pillows, and fell sleep.
Vae dozed on and off throughout the night, waiting for the change in scent that would tell her for certain if Cassie was moody because her sire had gone home or if it was the blood time that meant Cassie wasn’t safe around males. Even the males who were supposed to protect her.
It wasn’t sensible for human females to come into heat so often, but there were many things about humans that were not sensible. That was why Scelties had been looking after humans for such a long time.
Cassie was a Queen, and her court should protect her.
Theran
should protect her.
But Yas did not trust Cassie’s court, did not think the males would defend her properly. Ladvarian saidYas knew how to protect a Queen. Ladvarian said Yas was a human the kindred could trust.
Ladvarian had learned his Craft from Jaenelle, who was the
special
Queen, even for kindred, and Ladvarian had taught other kindred what he had learned. So Vae knew her Craft, and she knew Yas understood things about the males here that she did not. Even Theran.