Lord of the Abyss - By Nalini Singh Page 0,17

it up. The first bite was delicious, settling her stomach, the second even more so. Then she heard the skitter of tiny feet. Breaking off a bit of the cheese, she walked to the corner where she could see the gleam of small dark eyes, the skeletal push of bone against skin. "Here you go, my little friend."

She retreated after placing the cheese on the floor. Only when he'd eaten the food did she approach again and leave a second piece. It would not do to feed him too quickly when he had been starving so very long.

The same could be said for the Lord of the Black Castle.

She'd attempted too much too soon in speaking of Elden and his father at once, driven by the knowledge that time was running out at an inexorable pace. From his violent reaction to King Aelfric's name, it was obvious that the Blood Sorcerer's twisted spell was even more entrenched than she'd believed. Not even a crack marred the carapace that was the black armor that held him locked away from his past.

Worry turned her gut to lead, made the food lose all taste, but she forced herself to finish the sandwich, then a small apple. What strength she had came from her own blood, and she couldn't afford to allow that blood to grow thin and weak. If her father found her...

Bile, bitter and acidic, rose up in her throat.

"No," she whispered. "No." He wouldn't find her. She'd only discovered the location of the youngest prince because of her visions. Even then, it had taken her five attempts to get to a realm most knew only as the most terrifying of legends. The first two times that she'd failed hadn't been so bad - she'd been able to return home before her father noticed. The third time, she'd ended up with a fractured forearm after landing wrong, and the fourth...the Blood Sorcerer had been waiting for her.

Her skin tightened as if under the lash of a razorwhip.

"But I didn't break." A fierce reminder. That night, as her back was shredded, so much meat exposed to the air while she lay naked and chained to a massive stone table carved with channels that sent her blood trickling into collection pots, she'd managed to convince the Blood Sorcerer that her spells had been fueled by a wish to find a talisman that would cure her mother.

He'd believed her; he found it vastly amusing how much it hurt her that Irina never so much as acknowledged her presence.

"No matter what you do - " he'd paused to rub his finger over a seeping wound " - she belongs to me." A chuckle as he stepped away to flick the whip almost desultorily over her already ruined back.

Blood seeped out of her ravaged flesh, sliding down her ribs and into the channels. "She's my mother." A mother she loved.

Another laugh, deep and from the chest, as if he had never heard anything so ludicrous in his life. "Then I give you leave to discover this wonderful talisman. Do show it to me when you find it." A stroke of the whip over her shoulders. "I think my pets will enjoy their time with you."

Spiders - huge and mutated for use in another spell - fell from the ceiling to crawl all over her body, their furred legs rasping over her flesh, their mouths sucking on the raw meat of her back. Panicked, she tried to use her sorcery to escape, but her father was stronger and the restraints held.

The entire time they terrorized her, he sat where she could see him, a small smile on his face.

The Guardian of the Abyss flew across the skies, his wings slicing through the night air in much the same way as that of the bat over to his right, his wings as leathery and as dark. He didn't know where his wings went when he landed - they simply appeared when he needed them and ceased to exist when he no longer wished them present.

A gift from the Abyss.

He thought of Liliana's tale of a realm without magic and snorted again. As if such a land could ever exist. An instant later, his mind pricked at him with the other part of her story, the part about that place, the name of which he couldn't even think about without a thunderous pain in his head, an anvil striking at his skull from within. He flew harder, faster, in an