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  “No, you’re not.”

  Slinging my pack over my shoulder, I faced him. “There is no reason for me to stay. Go find another healer.”

  “No.”

  It was like talking to the rock wall. I raised my voice. “Let me make this perfectly clear. I will not heal Prince Ryne. Nothing you do or say will change my mind.”

  The men stirred awake. Fury sparked in Kerrick’s eyes.

  “Easy, Kerrick,” Belen said, sitting up.

  “You will heal him.” Kerrick’s dangerous tone warned me not to argue, but I wouldn’t back down.

  “Never.”

  “That’s enough, Avry.” Belen stood. “We can discuss this in the morning.”

  “There’s nothing to discuss,” I said. “I’m not healing him. In fact, I’m glad he’s locked in stasis where he can’t hurt anyone ever again. The only thing that would make me happier is his death.”

  I’d gone too far. With a strangled cry, Kerrick lost his temper. Belen lunged toward Kerrick and I raised an arm to block Kerrick’s strike, but we were both too slow. Kerrick backhanded me across my cheek. The force of the blow sent me to the ground.

  Chapter 4

  My cheek stung and throbbed. I remained on the floor of the cave. Belen stood between me and Kerrick.

  “…temper in check. She’s a sweet girl,” Belen said.

  “She’s a healer, Belen. And no longer a girl. Healing Ryne is all I care about. All you should care about, as well. You know—”

  “Yes, I know what’s at stake.” Belen spat the words. “But if you raise your hand to her again, I’ll rip your arm from its socket.”

  Wow. I tilted my head to catch Kerrick’s expression.

  A flicker of surprise flashed across his flat gaze. “Make sure she keeps her opinions of Prince Ryne to herself and I won’t have to.” Kerrick glanced at me.

  I met his cold gaze and realized I meant nothing to him. Unlike Belen, Kerrick must know I wouldn’t survive healing Ryne and he didn’t care.

  “You will heal Ryne,” he said before turning away. “Loren, your watch.”

  Loren shot to his feet. “Yes, sir.” He dashed from the cavern. And I wished I could follow him.

  Belen knelt next to me. He pressed a wet cloth to my cheek. “I’m sor—”

  “Don’t apologize for him,” I said, leaning into the cool comfort of the cloth. I glanced around. By the rigid way they lay under their covers, I knew Flea and Quain pretended to be asleep. Kerrick shucked off his boots and settled into Loren’s spot, ignoring us.

  Belen played nursemaid, fetching me a drink of water and setting up my bedroll. I liked him. Too bad, I wouldn’t be staying with them for long.

  I waited for an opportunity to escape. It took two days. Two days of walking through the forests in silence and one night in yet another cave. A night I kept quiet and just listened to the men, nursing my bruised ego.

  The second night’s stop was far from ideal since Kerrick stopped at a big echoey cavern. I suspected he knew the location of every single cavern in the forest. But I couldn’t stand being with him any longer.

  “Remember when those three drunks challenged Belen to a fight?” Quain asked no one in particular during dinner and when Kerrick was out on watch.

  “And Kerrick gave strict orders. No fighting or we wouldn’t be able to go near a tavern again,” Loren said.

  Flea rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard this story a dozen times.”

  “Only a dozen?” Belen asked. He had stretched out on his back by the fire and rested his head on his crossed arms. “For some reason those two monkeys—” he gestured to Loren and Quain “—think that story bears repeating over and over again. Perhaps it’s just an unfortunate manifestation of their low intelligence.”

  Quain snorted. “Manifestation? Oh, boy, look who’s trying to impress the healer.”

  “He doesn’t want us to finish the story. He’s afraid we’ll scare Avry,” Loren said, trying to draw me into the conversation.

  All four of them had been overly solicitous as the bruise on my cheek swelled, turned red, and faded to a mere smudge of greenish black. I reminded myself that they hadn’t struck me. No need to hate them.

  “I’m not that easy to scare,” I said. “What happened with the drunks?”

  “He clapped all three of their heads together, knocking them out. Thus, no fight,” Quain said.

  “Thus? Now look who’s flinging the fancy words around,” Loren said.

  “Thus is not fancy,” Quain shot back.

  Flea sighed elaborately. “Here we go…again.” He picked up his two rocks and practiced juggling them despite his claims of giving up the other night.

  I had made sure my bedroll was close to Flea’s. While Quain and Loren launched into a debate about the fanciness of certain words, I asked Flea about his name.

  Keeping his gaze on the stones, he pointed his chin over to the others. “They, ah, gave me the name. Seems it was nicer than being called a parasite.”

  “What’s your given name?” I asked.

  “I don’t have one. At least, not one I remember.” Flea missed a stone and muttered a curse. “I grew up on the streets, thieving to survive. I’ve been called boy, thief and other uncomplimentary words.” A flash of his lopsided smile. “How’s that for a fancy word? Uncomplimentary.”

  “I’m suitably impressed,” I said.

  He managed to keep the rhythm of the throws consistent for a number of exchanges before the rocks collided in midair. Another curse and he started again.

  “How did you get involved with this group?” I asked.

  “About a year ago, they came to my town, asking questions about healers. They were discreet, but still word gets around and the local muscle didn’t like them or me for selling information to Kerrick. Stealing secrets was one of my most lucrative abilities.”

  “It almost got you killed,” Belen said.

  “That time. I had a whole network of informers and these guys showed up and just blew it apart.”

  “Funny, I remember it differently.” Belen tossed another log on the fire.

  “You would. Your life and livelihood weren’t at stake.” Flea scratched his temple with the edge of one of his stones. “When things grew too hot, I helped them slip out of town and…” He glanced at Belen with affection, but masked it before the big man could see. “I just stayed.”

  “Ha. We rescued him from the stockade before they could hang him as a traitor. And then we stopped the idiot from going back.”

  Which would explain Flea’s comment about kicking Belen’s shins because he wouldn’t let go.

  “So who gave him his name?” I asked.

  “Kerrick,” Belen answered.

  Not who I’d expect. “Why ‘Flea’?”

  A full-out grin spread across Flea’s face. “’Cause I’m fast and hard to catch.”

  “Because he’s a pest and hard to squash,” Belen said.

  “Because he jumps about three feet in the air when you scare him,” Loren added.

  “Because he’s annoying and makes us itch with impatience,” Quain said.

  “Thanks, guys. I love you, too.” Flea made exaggerated kissing noises and patted his ass.

  They threw pieces of bread and pillows at him, laughing. I realized they had formed into a tight family. Guilt at what I’d planned welled, but it shattered the moment Kerrick entered.

  I bided my time, keeping awake while Loren woke Quain for his shift and Quain roused Flea for his. After Quain’s breathing settled into a deep rhythm, I crept from my covers. With one mournful look at my knapsack, I tugged my cloak around my shoulders and tiptoed away from the fire. If anyone woke, I hoped the presence of my knapsac
k would make them assume I had just gone to the privy—which was a stinky side cavern I hated to use.

  Flea sat on the top of a large boulder a few feet away from the cave’s entrance. As soon as he spotted me, he immediately slid down the side.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked in a whisper.

  “Nothing. I just needed some fresh air.”

  “You shouldn’t be out here.”

  “Is there anyone around?” It would be a surprise if there were. Since I’d been with Kerrick and his men, I’d seen no one at all, yet they still carried their weapons at the ready.

  “Not close, but there’s a group of merchants—we hope—about two miles due east of here. See the fire?” He pointed.

  I squinted into the darkness. We stood on a slight rise. A tiny pinprick of orange-yellow dotted the mound of trees.

  “How do you know they’re merchants?”

  “Wagons loaded with goods, horses and armed guards. They could be mercenaries, but they have too much…stuff. Mercenaries usually travel lighter.”

  “How do you know all this?”

  Flea grinned. “Kerrick’s already checked them out and determined they’re probably harmless. We have to be more careful now. I’m sure the rumors about your rescue and our involvement have spread faster than the plague. Twenty golds is a huge sum. There are a few mercenary groups who would love to take you from us.”

  Curious, I couldn’t help asking, “Can they?”

  “Not many,” he said with pride. “But don’t worry, Avry. We’re too smart to walk into an ambush.”

  My heart squeezed with guilt and I hesitated.

  “You better get inside. If Kerrick finds you out here, I’m a goner.”

  “All right.” I turned to go, but stopped. “Flea, don’t move.”

  He froze. “What?”

  “Kissing Spider. Hold still.” I touched the back of his neck with my hand. I found the small area between the vertebrae and shot my healing power into his spine. He arched back in silent surprise before collapsing.

  Catching him, I laid him down. I arranged his limbs so he would be comfortable. My stomach twisted as I pushed a lock of hair from his eyes. Healers had a few ways to defend themselves, but we hated to use them. And some, like the one I used on Flea, needed to hit the precise location or it wouldn’t work.

  I considered his size. He’d wake in two, maybe three hours. However, Belen’s watch shift would start within an hour. I needed to go. Now.

  Should I head toward the merchants and hope they’d protect me?

  No. Basic survival—trust no one. I ran west.

  I discovered within minutes that running full speed through the forest at night wasn’t my best idea. After I wiped the dirt from my face and hands and regained my feet, I slowed my pace. It would be hard to follow my trail in the dark so I hoped Kerrick would wait until dawn.

  If I was lucky, I’d have a three- or four-hour head start and wouldn’t stumble into a Death Lily. If I wasn’t, I’d have one hour at most or become plant food. I focused all my energy and concentration on putting as much distance between me and Kerrick as possible.

  My luck held for once. When the sun’s rays diluted the darkness, I was able to see better and I increased my pace until I smelled smoke. Skidding to a stop, I turned in a slow circle, seeking the direction of the fire. When I found it, I crouched and crept toward the source.

  It wouldn’t be good if I accidentally ran into a band of mercenaries. Better to know where they were and how many than try to guess. My progress through the underbrush was far from utter silence. However, aside from a few rustles, I managed to get close enough to see into a clearing.

  I counted ten sleeping bodies around the dying fire. No horses. But one guard slumped against a tree trunk with his mouth hanging open—also asleep. Would they set two guards? I searched the surrounding woods, seeking movement. Nothing.

  Satisfied, I backed away and bumped into someone. I froze as the edge of a sword touched my neck.

  “Gotcha.”

  Chapter 5

  “Turn around slow,” the sword’s owner ordered me.

  I obeyed. Perhaps he didn’t know who I was. Yeah, right. And perhaps this was all a dream and I would wake up in my house, surrounded by my family.

  By the exultant smirk and greedy glint in his dark brown eyes, I had only the possibility that they wouldn’t kill me outright.

  “Put your hands where I can see them,” he said. His sword still rested on my neck.

  I held my hands out.

  “Wake up!” he yelled. The shout roused the sleeping men in the clearing. “Today’s our lucky day!”

  Voices and loud calls cut through the forest. Not good. As the sounds drew nearer, I stepped back in panic.

  “Relax, sweetheart. The bounty for you is double if we bring you in alive.”

  That stopped me. “Forty golds? Why?”

  “Don’t know, don’t care. As long as Tohon pays us in full.”

  “And if he doesn’t?”

  “There are other interested parties. I’m sure—”

  Hands wrapped around the mercenary’s head and yanked. The sword’s blade nicked me as a loud snap vibrated through the air. The man fell, revealing Kerrick. A scarier sight by far.

  Kerrick lunged toward me. Knocking me to the ground, we rolled through the underbrush with ease. But this time, I was aware enough to realize we shouldn’t be able to do that. When we stopped, Kerrick was once again on top, but this time he pressed his hand over my mouth.

  After my head cleared from the spinning, I noticed Kerrick’s skin and clothes matched the colors of the forest floor. Exactly. Even his hair. Magic tingled inside me as he drew it from the earth, using it to camouflage us. Kerrick must be an earth magician. Which explained so much—like how we avoided all the Lilys.

  We lay there for what seemed like ages. Men’s boots pounded past us. Voices called and anger over the dead mercenary rippled through the forest. My senses expanded and I felt a connection with the living essence of the forest.

  To the forest, the men were invaders, a blight on a healthy organism. It knew where each irritant was located. When the men moved farther away, Kerrick yanked me to my feet. He used the forest’s aversion to keep track of the mercs and escape the area without being seen, dragging me with him.

  When we were far enough away, he broke the magical connection with me. I staggered with the shock of being cut off from the soothing green. He let me fall.

  I regained my feet with the intention of running away, but Kerrick grabbed my wrist. By this time, his skin and hair had returned to normal.

  I said, “Thanks for the help, but you’re not going to change my mind about Prince Ryne.”

  “You’d rather be handed over to Tohon of Sogra?” he asked as if I lost my senses.

  “No. I’d rather be left alone.”

  “Not going to happen.” He tugged me along behind him like a disobedient child.

  Digging in my heels would be useless so I gathered magic and sent a blast of pain into his hand on my wrist.

  Instead of dropping my arm like a normal person would, he squeezed harder and pulled me toward him. More skin contact meant more pain for him. What the hell was he doing? I increased the intensity. He dropped to his knees, but kept his hold on me.

  Damn it. I focused all my strength and directed it at him. He pitched over to his side, bringing me with him. Kerrick’s muscles convulsed with the pain, but he still wouldn’t let go.

  I stopped when I had exhausted my energy. We lay locked together, panting as if we both had run for miles.

  “Is that all you have?” His voice rasped. “Because you’re not going to get another chance.”

  I ignore
d his comment. “Your earth magic must have protected you or else you’d be unconscious and drooling right now.” Except I suspected that wasn’t quite true.

  “I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”

  Unfortunately, I did. “You can’t force me to heal him.”

  “True. However, I can make you so miserable that you’ll be happy to heal him in order to get away from me.”

  Fear swirled in my heart. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. Yet—”

  “I did.” He stared at me a moment. “I’m sorry I hit you. I lost my temper. It won’t happen again.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Do you really think I’d risk getting my arm torn off? Belen never makes an idle threat. And neither do I.”

  Kerrick kept an iron grip on my wrist, towing me at a fast pace. I jogged to keep up and was soon winded. My failed escape attempt had drained me.

  Loren joined us when we neared the cave. He shot me a hard glare. “Any trouble?” he asked Kerrick.

  “Mercs—at least a dozen. She walked right into them.”

  If I had the energy, I would have protested.

  Loren glanced behind us. “Did they follow you?”

  “Not yet, but they’ll find our trail soon.” Kerrick pulled me through the entrance and flung me down by the fire. “Get your stuff packed.”

  As I gathered my things, I noticed Quain’s glowers and Flea’s hurt-puppy pouts. Belen, though, smiled, and would have come over except Kerrick intercepted him.

  “No helping her,” Kerrick said.

  “But—”

  “That’s an order, Belen.”

  Belen stared at him. “It won’t work.”

  Kerrick didn’t back down. “Not your decision.”

  The air thickened as the tension emanated from them. I stood and slung my knapsack over my shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, Belen. I’ll be fine.”

  My bravado sounded good. Even boosted my energy a bit. But after Kerrick clamped his hand around my sore wrist, and I endured another endless quick march through the forest, I began to wonder if I had been overly optimistic.