"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 02 - Bloood Heresy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

Timon ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know. It depends on two things. One how much he still
prefers discretion to expediency in this matter. And two, whether he thinks having the nekaryiane will
make up for losing Anksha."

"And he will lose Anksha, if he kills Isranon," Amiri said in a midnight velvet tone.

Jun straightened his tall, rangy frame and spoke for the first time, an edge to his baritone voice. "Can we
kill her?"

"No. My father would make an example of half my estate if we killed her out of hand." And I don't think
I could make myself order it. "Ephry, she listens to you. Go talk to her. Find out which way the wind
blows on my father and her. I want to know what the likelihood is that my father will order Isranon's
death."

Ephry rose. "I'll take care of it now before she has too much time to consider."

"Thanks." As Ephry left, Timon turned to Jun and Haig. "We need to assign people to keep an eye on
Zinzi and all the likely angles she might come at Isranon from if she does decide to take him out."

"That's going to be stretching us awfully thin," said Jun. "We're already watching Isranon and the five
blood-slaves. Especially with Isranon playing this little hiding game of his. There are easily a dozen ways
that Zinzi could reach him."

"We must try, Jun," said Timon. "We simply must try."

"We'll see what we can do," Haig answered for himself and Jun. "And we must warn Isranon."

"I'll take care of that," said Timon, adding, "discreetly."

****

Isranon slept with dreams and flashbacks out of hell swirling in shifting patterns through his mind. A nibari
had carried a message to him and Nevin that one of Hoon's minions, who had been left behind, might
make a try for him and set them off. The nibari had refused to say where the information had come from.
It weighed on his mind whether to tell Anksha. The last thing he wanted to do was to cause trouble on
the estate. Anksha was as cruel as she was gentle and the innocent would die as well as the guilty if she
flew into an unthinking rage.

He gripped Nevin tightly, one arm thrown over the lycan's shaggy shoulders.

Isranon sat in a chair beside his prince, Mephistis Coleth de Waejonan, in Hoon's mansion in
Timbren, on the western coast flanked by Hoon's royals. Haig stood back, shifting uncomfortably
as if he were aware of what was about to happen and could do nothing for it. Anksha sat nude
upon a table, dangling her feet, swinging them from time to time like an impatient child.

Hoon had come into Timbren with only six myn in addition to Mephistis, Isranon, and Anksha, leaving
most of their forces in the ruins of Aubrudrin. The room was small and cozy. A fire burned in the hearth.
Hoon was gathering an army of undead to strike at Rowanhart in reprisal for the Sacred King's breaking
of his citadel in Waejontor, building it primarily from revenants and zombies raised by the sa'necari.