Disclaimer: The name sand the places are not mine they belong to The realm of the Black jewels And Anne Bishop:

A/n This just came to me while I was working on dating other stories.

I'm really bad on describing the story so please don't hold that against me.

While oh his way to visit Cassidy Lucivar sees something that caught his attention. The person behind what he saw may or may not come to light .

R&R always welcome but please be polite,.

Lucivar's heard rolled to the side. His body raged with fever and his body… He couldn't remember a time when he felt so weak. His could feel the burning in his chest and hear the raspy breaths that he was taking. Slowly he tried to open his eyes. He knew he needed a healer… why hadn't he called for one long before now? …

Chains rattles as he tried to move his legs… his arms. Pain shot threw his back as he tried to move…

What the Hell?

Forcing his eyes open his vision blurred to dark shadows and shapeless figures. He tried to sense his surroundings… tried to reach the depth of his jeweled strength… could do either.

Someone was speaking to him… female… or at least he thought it was female. He seemed to be hearing her from underwater… or cotton had been stuffed in his ears… didn't matter. His eyes closed for just a second then sharp pain took his stomach. He wanted to curl up and make it stop… wanted ….

Something touched his mind… his Self… something cold and dark… something… ice shivered through him… Daemon?

Six days ago:

Lucivar was at the Keep. "I was going to visit Cassidy."

Saetan looked up at his son, "Is there a reason that you want to cheer her day up or are you just board?"

He ran his fingers threw his hair, "Marian asked me to find something to do today."

Easing back in his chair and neatly setting his papers a side Saetan waited for more. Then finally asked, "You could go see your brother."

"Daemon's busy."

Uh ah. "Jaenelle?"

Lucivar pinned his father with a look, "Is busy with Daemon."

Mother night. He was planning on retiring in another hour or so… "You'll be having dinner here at the Keep then." Not so much a question but confirmation.

"Unless I find something to delay my returning till morning."

He gave his son an all too knowing look, "Did your wife tell you why she wanted you not at home?"

"Nope."

"And you didn't ask." Again not a question but he wanted a reason not to go explain to Lucivar's wife a thing or two about when to sent his son somewhere.

"High Lord, I do not ask a riled up witch anything when I plan on sleeping in the same room with her."

Very calmly he set his hands on the desk. His face reviled nothing, "What did you do?"

Lucivar sifted from one foot to the other, "I thought women like it when their husbands are being thoughtful."

He did not want to know… he didn't… "Alright, there is a shipment that was going to be delivered tomorrow to I presume to one of Daemon's stores. You can take it with you."

"You're not even going to ask…?"

"Nope. And while you're there, see if Ranon will be coming to Kealeer in the next few weeks… Jaenelle is interested in hearing some of the music from Shalador Nehele. And Lord Ladvarian wants a full report on the Shelties."

"Anything else?" When he had came to tell his father that he was going for a visit he didn't think he would send him to work…

"You should also request a visit with Lady Rhahn. Theran is a bit lean on information about her care. Though the Lady has much to say about him."

"He hasn't figured out that she's no longer giving warning nips?"

Saetan kept his face as schooled as he could. "I suggest taking at least three days to visit with everyone."

"Sounds wonderful." When had just a day giving his lovely wife some time to calm down turn into three?

Daemon was half asleep when Jaenelle rolled on top of him, her hands on both of his shoulders. Her hair hanging down around her face and eyes bright with amusement. He took a quick glance outside to see that it was dark… had been dark for hours. "Sweetheart shouldn't you be sleeping?"

She bit the corner of her lip. Her nerves were dancing anticipating his next move. "We'll get some sleep eventually."

He was much too tired for what he thought was running in her mind. "Sweetheart, I need some rest before…"

Leaning down she kissed him. Then smiled when he snarled because she pulled away, "We need to talk."

Talk? Yes they did need to talk… right after he got explain to her about kissing him like that then pulling away. Taking a deep breath he let himself see what she was wearing… His white silk shirt. A pair of his socks… and her blue silk sleep pants. Nothing that said she wanted anything more then to talk about whatever it was in her little blond head. Slowly he sat up. "Alright what do we need to talk about that can't wait till the sun is up?"

"You can't snarl. Promise me you won't snarl."

Shit. He hated conversations that started like that since he was usually the one listing to the High Lord give an ear blistering lecturer or trying hard not to dent his brother's head. "I promise that I will try not to snarl."

Well that was better then she could have hoped for. She smiled so sweetly, "When was my last moon time?"

He tried to think and the way that she was looking at him he couldn't. "A while ago."

She gave him her full attention knowing she was unnerving him, "How long was a while ago?"

His heart skipped a beat. She had put away her brew. He hadn't. Or at least he couldn't remember putting that brew away. "Are you sure?"

"I won't have waked you in the middle of the night if I wasn't completely sure."