Lord of the Abyss - By Nalini Singh Page 0,18

effort to escape the relentless pressure.

A whisper of oily evil.

Having located his prey, he moved toward it with furious swiftness. The man-shaped shadow was running over the ground in a vain effort to escape his fate, heading toward the borders of the realm. The majority of the condemned woke up from death to find themselves in the howling cold of the Abyss, but some were able to claw themselves to a stop in the badlands.

They had to be caught and sent through the doorway, for he would not take the chance that they might turn in the other direction, and seek to possess one of the villagers. However, sometimes, he allowed them to run - because waiting out here were creatures who could catch even shadows, crunching them up with sharp teeth before spitting out screaming, mangled tears of black.

It was a lesson no one had ever wanted to repeat.

Sweeping down on wings designed for deathly silence, he clamped his hands over the figure's arms. It thrashed, panicked that anyone could restrain it - for it was little more than smoke - but the lord of this place had always been able to hold those destined for the Abyss.

After all, that was the reason for his creation.

Crying, scared, a small child in a dark, dark place.

Guessing the alien images and emotions were the result of an attack by the creature in his grasp, he entrapped the shadow using thick black ropes infused with his blood, ensuring there'd be no more attempts at coercion. Then he flew through the cold, moonless and starless night, impatient to capture the others and return to the Black Castle. To get rid of his burden, nothing more.

But after he landed, the shadows locked up in the cages from which nothing could escape, he strode not to his room, but to the kitchen. The lock on the door was no impediment. Everything in the Black Castle obeyed its lord, flesh or ether or metal. Everything except the woman fast asleep on the floor near the hot belly of the stove.

Stepping closer, he stared down at her. She wasn't beautiful, this Liliana with the potent magic in her blood that he knew and yet could not name, this storyteller who told him outlandish tales as if she thought them true. Her nose was too big, her eyes too close together, her hair so much black straw.

But...

He watched her until she sighed and turned toward him, as if in welcome.

Crouching, he reached for her - and saw the gauntlet around his forearm, the spiderweb crawling across the back of his hand to turn into sharp claws above his nails, indestructible armor that kept him safe from evil, and shut him away from the world. He rose, his hand clenched into a fist, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stared at the lock for a long, long time.

If he left the door unlocked, she might decide to leave.

He snapped the lock shut.

It had nothing to do with Liliana. He just wanted to hear the rest of her ridiculous tale.
Chapter 6

Liliana woke to the sound of small feet moving around the kitchen. "Jissa?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm making sweet, sweet chocolate."

Liliana jerked into a sitting position at once. "Where did you get it?"

Jissa smiled, showing a row of pointed white teeth. "He brought some once. Nowhere, where, I don't know."

Astonished at the idea that the beautiful monster with eyes of winter-green enjoyed chocolate, Liliana rose to her feet, reaching back to twist her hair off her neck. "He must like it very much to have searched it out," she said, heading to the washing bowl in the corner.

"I made him some the first time he brought it, yes, I did. One sip he took and said it tasted not right. Not right." Jissa poured the liquid into two small cups. "Is right!"

Face washed and dried, Liliana came to take a sip of the rich, sweet liquid that made her toes curl. The only reason she knew and adored the taste was because the cook had had a weakness for it, and the kind man had shared his store of it with her on the days when her father had brutalized her to silence. Violence and chocolate were indelibly linked in her mind, but she refused to let that diminish her pleasure in the treat. "You're right. This is perfect." Licking a droplet off her lips, she remembered the cook reaching for something to sprinkle on top. "Unless..."

Jissa, having