Shield's Lady by Jayne Ann Krentz Page A

your room so you can feed Lucky," Luri promised.
        "Thank you."
        "Luck of the day, Sariana," Gryph said cheerfully as she turned to go.
        "Thank you. Lord Chassyh." She didn't glance back but her tone was excruciatingly formal. "If my luck gets any better than it is already, I may have to consider increasing my insurance coverage." She vanished down the hall in a swish of wet, gray skirts. Her hands were filled with scarlet and gold.
        When she had gone, Luri turned back to Gryph, his expression delighted. "I think the scarlet-toe will make her less homesick, don't you? Especially at night."
        "What makes you think she's especially homesick at night?" Gryph asked curiously.
        Luri shrugged. "A couple of times I've seen her walking in the conservatory after everyone else has gone to bed. I sneak out of my room sometimes to check the pond for baby moonfish. When they're small, they only come out from under the rocks at night, you know. Anyhow, as I was going by the conservatory hall I saw Sariana. The first time I saw her I thought she was a ghost. I was almost scared."
        "What made you think she was a ghost?"
        "She was wearing a white night robe and she was just sort of drifting through the plants and trees. She didn't make a sound. It was the only time I've ever seen her with her hair down. She looked a little sad. I almost went in and spoke to her, but I was afraid she would be embarrassed. Mother says easterners don't like to have other people see them when they're sad."
        "Your mother is probably right. Easterners like to pretend they don't have emotions like the rest of us."
        "Why?"
        Gryph shrugged. "Maybe it makes them feel superior."
        Luri lost interest in that subject. "Well, now she'll have the scarlet-toe to keep her company at night."
        "I'm sure she'll enjoy it, Luri." Glyph's mouth curved faintly. "I just hope the scarlet-toe realizes how lucky it is."

Chapter 4

        At midnight that night, Gryph stood silently beneath the fronds of a huge, sprawling hydra palm and watched the white-robed figure glide soundlessly through the conservatory.
        Luri was right, Sariana did look a little like a ghost. But this was no creature made of transparent, untouchable vapor. Gryph knew the lady moving toward him on velvet slippered feet would probably resist the touch of his calloused hand, but that didn't mean she couldn't be grasped and held.
        He had given the matter a great deal of thought since his first encounter with Sariana and he knew he had reached a turning point in his life. In courting Sariana he would be seeking to alter his own future and hers. Not an easy task.
        It would be more of a hunt than a courtship, he figured;
        the most demanding kind of hunting he had ever done. Chasing bandits was much simpler than courting Sariana was going to be. Everything was against him. He was from the wrong continent and the wrong social class. On top of that he got the impression she didn't even like him very much. Oh, she was aware of him, all right. He was sure of that. But that didn't mean she liked him. Dealing with him was a necessary bit of unpleasantness she was willing to endure in order to reach her goal.
        But every time he saw her a jolt of shuddering awareness went through him. The sensation was nothing as simple and straightforward as lust. That he could have handled one way or another. Instead, it was an acute, indescribable hunger that poured through his entire body like hot rain. It was different from normal sexual desire, more powerful, more complex and, therefore, more dangerous.
        The driving need had been born within him the night he had awakened, mind spinning from the drug, and focused on the woman who had dared to touch his weapon kit. Even unmated and unlinked with him, she'd had the power to reach him in some manner. She hadn't even been aware of what was