Les Joyaux Noirs, Tome 6 : Tangled Webs
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- Anne Bishop (Écrivain)
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Daemon rushed out of the Coach and saw Lucivar walking along the outside of the wrought-iron fence, looking at the house and the land around it.
Looking relaxed, unconcerned, even friendly.And underneath a surface that gave no warning, the man was so furious, he was capable of ripping a person’s arm off before anyone realized his smile was feral and not friendly.
The fact that that particular flavor of Lucivar’s temper seemed to be aimed right at him wasn’t a good way to start the morning.
“Hell’s fire,” Jaenelle muttered as she joined Daemon outside. “He’s really feeling pissy this morning.”
Lucivar stopped at the gate and waited for them.
The lazy, arrogant smile. The glazed eyes. The explosive temper dancing one step away from the killing edge.
“Lucivar,” Daemon said.
“Because you’re my brother and I love you, I’m going to let you tell me why I shouldn’t break your face.
“Lucivar,” Jaenelle said.
He snapped his fingers, pointed at her, and snarled, “Stay out of this, Cat.”
She blinked and actually took a step back in surprise. Then her eyes changed, the blue becoming a deeper sapphire. And suddenly Daemon could see his breath as the air around them turned cold.
“And put a warmer coat on,” Lucivar snapped, still glaring at her. “It’s cold out here.”
"The cold has nothing to do with the weather, Prick," Daemon said on a spear thread.
"I don’t give a damn. Cold is cold, and she’s not dressed warmly enough to be standing out here."
“Prince Yaslana,” Jaenelle growled.
“Don’t get bitchy with me, or I’ll knock you on your ass.”
"Have you forgotten that I’m standing here?" Daemon asked.
"No, it just means I’ll have to knock you down first."
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Résumé
The invitation was signed Jaenelle Angelline, she who had been both Witch and Queen.
It summons her family to an entertainment she has specially prepared. Surreal SaDiablo, the former courtesan and assassin, is the first to arrive. But as she and her escort enter the house, the door disappears. Surreal finds herself trapped in a nightmare created by the tangled webs of Black Widow witches...a nightmare where the monsters are all too real, and if she uses Craft to defend herself, she risks being sealed in the house forever.
But Jaenelle did not send the invitation.
Now, Jaenelle and her family must rescue Surreal and the others inside without becoming trapped themselves—and they also must discover who created such an evil place, and why. Because there is one thing they all know about this house: no matter who planned it as a way to kill members of the SaDiablo family, only one of the Blood could have created the trap…
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