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Raja, and her vile offspring, he would have had the bitch slain long ago.
    He frowned. "You may leave. I will inform you of my decision tomorrow!"
    Raja smiled her cat-and-mouse sneer that never failed to annoy Tohre. "Time is of the essence, Holiness," she reminded him with a coy pout of her luscious lips.
    "Your wiles are useless on me, woman. As are your reminders. I will deal with Conar in my own way. In my own time."
    Raja's smile slipped. "And while you are trying to cope with your problems regarding him, Tohre, he is growing stronger by the hour. His powers are strengthening each day he and that bitch are together. Or have you forgotten the prophecy?" She stood and placed her hands on her hips. Her arrogant stance seemed more like that of a man's. "Let him have time to regroup, but you will regret it!"
    Kaileel stood so suddenly, his chair toppled behind him with a crash. He staggered, his weak left leg trembling, as he made a grab for the overturned chair to steady his stance. The strokes had made it impossible for him to walk steadily, but though his speech was somewhat slurred, the timbre had not lessened in volume. "I will take care of Conar McGregor in my own way! He will not escape the final retribution I have planned for him. I will see to it!"
    "Then send Regan the signal. Now! What must be done must be done before Conar is so powerful neither of us will be useful against him. You can feel the power growing, can't you? Did you not tell me you knew the exact moment in which he and that slut were reunited?"
    Kaileel's face blanched. He turned from the Webspinner. Aye, he had known. He had felt the passion flowing from Conar to the bitch, a passion that should have come to him, to Kaileel. The moment had been one of the most heartbreaking in his long life.
    "Tohre, will you dally while he gains power we can only guess at? They are together again--his power to hers, hers to his. Not only have they mated--"
    " Shut up! " Kaileel put his hands over his ears. " I will not hear of it! "
    "It hurts, doesn't it?" Raja cooed, sauntering close. "To know that after all you did, he still wants her instead of you. You hurt him, Tohre. You humiliated him. Did that not satisfy your lust for him?"
    Kaileel spun around, fixing her with a glare that should have reduced her to cinders. "You couldn't tempt him, either, could you, bitch? You could not tempt him to your bed, so you drugged him to have your way with him. You stole a child from his loins. Why wasn't that enough for you? " Tohre grinned maliciously at the blush that stained her high cheekbones.
    "No man turns me down, Kaileel Tohre!" she spat, her blue eyes flashing fire. "I will see him on his knees for casting me aside for that whore in Boreas!"
    "You murdered his plaything, or have you so conveniently forgotten that little matter?" Kaileel smirked. "Perhaps if you had told him of his wife's betrayal in a more--shall we say, delicate way--he might have come to you for comfort. Had you slain the Chrystallusian bitch in such a way that he did not know you were the cause of it, Conar might well have aligned himself with you. But then again, he never cared much for your wiles, either, did he, Raja?"
    She clenched her teeth and lifted her chin, staring down her nose at the sorcerer. "I could have had him if you had not warped him when he was but a babe!"
    "It was you who corrupted him, bitch!" Kaileel pointed a finger at her. "Why is it he had such a low opinion of women before meeting that whore he calls his beloved?"
    The Webspinner's beautiful face hardened, took on the gleam of deadly steel. "What I want, I always get, Tohre. It might take me a while, but I am closer to having Conar McGregor in the palm of my hand than you will ever be!"
    "How? Will you ply him with your potions again?" Tohre hands itched to grip the white column of her throat and squeeze until no life remained in the witch's body. He loathed the very sight of her.
    "Will you? " Raja cooed. "In order to