Lord of the Abyss - By Nalini Singh Page 0,9

own question without waiting for a response. "Evil gold and evil treasure comes to the Black Castle with the condemned." A baring of those sharp, pointed teeth. "Only if an innocent, an innocent, you see, would be harmed by the taking, only then it does not."

Liliana thought of her father's coffers, knew this law was yet another reason he sought to live forever, though they, too, were part of a race that lived centuries. He had taken her into his vault after bleeding poor Bitty to nothingness. Gold in innumerable piles, jewels twinkling from necklaces still stained with their last wearer's lifeblood, rings on skeletal fingers, it had been a glimmering nightmare.

"This," her father had said, his arms spread wide, "this is what you could have if you aren't weak." Picking up a necklace of tear-shaped diamonds splattered with flecks of brown, he'd placed it around her neck. "Feel it, feel the blood."

She had felt it. And it had made her choke on her own vomit. Her father had backhanded her so hard for her "weakness" she'd ended up resting on a mountain of gold coins. When he'd wrenched off the necklace, he'd made her bleed. She carried the scar on her neck to this day - it was a constant reminder of the vow she'd made as a defenseless child. Never would she be like him, no matter what he did to her.

And he had done things he didn't do even to his enemies.

"Dungeon you'll go to if you don't cook."

Snapping back to the present, Liliana nodded and chose an assortment of fruit vibrant with color and fragrance. "Will you chop these, Jissa?"

The brownie picked up a knife as Liliana hunted out the flour, butter and milk, and began to roll out a pastry on one corner of the massive bench. "The village," she said as they worked, "do you live there?" It would make sense if Jissa did - the Black Castle was a gloomy place full of watchful ghosts and shimmering darkness.

"I cannot." Jissa's sadness lingered in the air, settled on Liliana's skin, permeated her very bones. "I tried when I first came, and I...died, was all dead, after two days. The lord brought me back here and I lived again."

Liliana's heart caught, for she understood now. No matter her memories, Jissa hadn't survived the massacre in her village. The Blood Sorcerer had a spell he called Slumber. Such an innocuous name for such an evil thing. He used it on those magical creatures who were pure of blood and yet rare. Rather than murdering them when he might already be swollen with power, he broke their necks but whispered a spell at the moment of death that kept them breathing and slumbering.

Liliana had been locked in a room with her father's victims once, but it hadn't horrified her as he'd intended. She'd been grateful, her magic telling her the beings no longer possessed their souls. They had escaped. But not Jissa. Whatever her father had done to her, it had trapped her in this borderland between life and death. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Confusion. "You aren't the Blood Sorcerer. No, you're not."

Knives in Liliana's chest, the lies of omission choking her up.

Jissa spoke again. "There are meats in the cold box. I can - "

"No. No meat on the table." Her own blood would be the only blood she would ever spill. Her father had delighted in forcing her to watch as he took his time torturing and mutilating creature after magical creature. It was when she was six that he'd begun to whisper spells that forced her to do the same vile acts even as she screamed and screamed and screamed.

Four more years it had taken until she'd grown strong enough to block his spells with her own. That was when he'd started to hurt the servants who dared to speak with her, to offer her any small kindness - all except the cook. So she had learned to remain silent.

"Oh." Jissa's brow furrowed, her sharp little teeth biting into her lower lip. "Meat, he always eats the meat," she whispered. "Even I, bad cook I, can't make it taste that terrible."

"Never fear, Jissa," Liliana said, kneading the dough with determined hands, her mind on eyes of winter-green, so very beautiful, so very deadly. "He'll never notice the lack."

The dinner bell rang loud and sonorous. Seated alone at the head of a massive table of polished wood so dark it was near black, the Guardian of the