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  We stopped…sometime. It took me a few moments to realize we had indeed halted for the night in a tiny clearing. Kerrick only allowed me to eat half rations before manacling my hands behind a tree. The cold metal cuffs cut deep into my wrists. I leaned against the rough bark just happy to be sitting.

  The men’s voices surrounded me as I drifted into and out of sleep.

  “…get sick.” Belen’s soft concern.

  “…can’t, she’s a healer.” Kerrick’s dismissive bark.

  I opened my mouth to educate him—healers sickened like everyone else. We just recovered faster. And if the injury was severe enough or the disease too quick, we’d die. But I pressed my lips together. Let him figure it out for himself.

  The next morning, Kerrick shook my shoulders.

  “I’m awake,” I said when he didn’t stop.

  He rested his hands on my shoulders and gazed at me. “Will you heal Prince Ryne?”

  “No.”

  Kerrick didn’t say a word. He unlocked the manacles. After I gulped a few mouthfuls of bread, he reclaimed my wrist. And once again my world blurred to a smear of orange, red and yellow as I struggled to keep up with him.

  That night he confiscated my cloak before securing me to a tree. Curled up on my side with my arms bent uncomfortably around the trunk, I shivered.

  Voices worried over the mercenaries drawing nearer. I would have felt bad about alerting the mercs if I had the energy.

  The next morning, Kerrick shook me awake. “Will you heal Prince Ryne?”

  “No.”

  And that was my life for…I’d no idea. Wake, answer Kerrick’s question, eat, hike all day, eat, doze, shiver and repeat.

  Funny how a person’s body could adapt to the harshest of circumstances. Eventually, I wasn’t as exhausted at the end of the day. I kept up without being half dragged. But each night grew a bit cooler, and my teeth chattered a bit harder.

  On the sixth—seventh?—night, I huddled close to the small fire, sucking in as much warmth as I could before Kerrick pulled me away. Flea sat next to me. He wouldn’t meet my gaze and hadn’t since I’d attempted to escape.

  “Flea,” I said.

  He poked the fire, refusing to acknowledge me. I touched his arm. He yelped and jerked it away.

  “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  He huffed, stabbing a stick deep into the embers. Bright orange sparks flew up.

  “I didn’t hurt you before,” I tried. The neck zap didn’t cause pain, just unconsciousness. “I’m sorry.”

  “Doesn’t mean anything,” Flea said. The firelight illuminated his profile. A few hairs sprang from his chin and small red pimples dotted his cheek. “You used me to escape. You pretended to like me and teach me to juggle. I was stupid to fall for it. But I won’t make that mistake again.”

  “I wasn’t pretending.”

  “Not listening.”

  “If your friend had been anyone else…”

  Flea turned his back to me, asking Belen a question. Belen lounged on the other side of him.

  When Kerrick hauled me over to a tree for the night, I decided I’d heal anyone else, except Kerrick. He could die a slow and painful death—preferably while cold and shackled to a tree.

  The next night, I tried again. But Flea refused to talk to me. I wondered why I bothered. Guilt, I supposed. I hadn’t deceived him, but I did use him to escape.

  Belen had kept his distance all this time, but tonight he sat near me. “Why won’t you heal Prince Ryne?” he asked.

  I sensed interest from everyone even though they acted casual. Kerrick stood watch, but when we camped out in the open, he stayed closer. In other words, he could hear me so I chose my words with care. “Before the plague, he…invaded Casis Realm and burned the city of Trenson to the ground, killing thousands and leaving the rest homeless.”

  “That’s an ugly rumor,” Belen said. “Trenson’s priests planned to start sacrificing nonbelievers. Ryne sent his troops in to stop them and the priests started the fire.”

  Hard to believe. Every major town in Casis had been ruled by a sect of priests. They wouldn’t destroy their own town or they’d have nowhere else to rule. Each sect had been very territorial.

  “Give me another reason,” Belen said.

  “He annexed the Nine Mountains. Stole all those natural resources from the Vyg Realm, which is his neighbor.”

  “He bought the rights to the mines. Vyg’s operations were losing money so Ryne purchased the companies from the government and made them profitable. Vyg owned the land and they received twenty-five percent of the profits.”

  “If that’s true, then he made them profitable by not spending any money on safety,” I said. “He lured workers from the other Realms with promises of high wages, except he sent them into dangerous mines without the proper equipment and he wouldn’t give them any time off. Hard to spend your wages when you’re not allowed to leave the mines. Not even to visit your family.”

  Belen’s gaze turned inward as if he considered my words. “There was a horrible cave-in before the plague.” He took my hand. “Who did you lose?”

  I jerked my hand back. “I didn’t lose anyone. I know right where they are. They can both be found under millions of pounds of rock.” I stood and planned to storm off into the woods for some privacy. But Kerrick blocked my way. I resisted the urge to punch him. Instead, I sat next to the nearest tree. He manacled my wrists.

  Later that night as I curled up, I let the tears leak from my eyes. I didn’t make a sound. I wouldn’t give Kerrick the satisfaction. Or the hope.

  On the tenth—twelfth?—night, something changed. Instead of one ladle, Kerrick filled my bowl with stew. He returned my cloak. The morning question remained, but he slowed his pace as we traveled through the forest. He stopped more often, listening, and he seemed distracted.

  He had multiple whispered conversations with Belen, who kept glancing at me in concern.

  Kerrick wouldn’t let Belen light a fire that evening. He paced. Not a good sign. Furrows creased Quain’s bald head and Flea was extra jumpy.

  “What’s going on?” I asked Belen.

  “Mercs closing in.”

  “Sorry.”

  He waved my apology away. “They would have caught up to us eventually. They started following us soon after we left Jaxton.”

  I considered. “You’re trying to make me feel better.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “We were overnighting in caves before I escaped, but since then, we’ve been out in the open so we don’t get trapped.”

  Belen beamed with pride. “Smart girl.”

  “Not smart enough to get away from Kerrick,” I mumbled.

  His smile didn’t falter. “No one gets away from Kerrick in the woods.”

  “Found that out already.” I glared at Kerrick, but he didn’t notice, which caused me quite a bit of alarm. Grudgingly, I admitted being Kerrick’s prisoner was my best option at this moment. Which said a lot about my life.

  When Kerrick stopped pacing and crouched to place his palms on the ground, my concern increased.

  “We won’t make it to the ravine in time,” Kerrick said to the others. “We can’t outrun them and they outnumber us, so we’ll have to outsmart them.” He issued orders.

  We packed our belongings and headed north toward the ravine. After an hour or so, Kerrick stopped. When he let go of my wrist, I about fainted. He spoke with Belen in a low whisper and then thumped him on the back.

  With a strange sense of doom, I watched Kerrick, Loren, Quain and Flea continue north, leaving Belen and me behind. Belen held out his arm. I hooked my hand around his elbow. We walked east.

  Stopping hours later, Belen fo
und a dent in a rocky hillside. I couldn’t call it a cave as it wasn’t deep enough, but it cut in just enough to protect both of us from rain or wind. However, it failed to protect us from mercenaries.

  According to Belen, the plan had been for Kerrick and the others to lead the mercs north to the ravine. They could travel faster without dragging me along. Belen and I would go west and wait for them to loop back after losing the mercs.

  Not a stellar plan, but one that had worked for them before. Belen filled me in on the details as we rested in the shallow shelter. It didn’t take long for the mercs to find us. A noise alerted Belen. He stood, pulled his sword and stepped in front of me, blocking me from view.

  I peeked around him. Six men fanned out in front of him. All armed. The seventh hung back, and the way he crinkled his nose when he met my gaze told me why this time Kerrick’s plan hadn’t worked.

  The mercs had a magic sniffer—a person who had no magic of his own, but could smell it in others. The stronger ones could track the scent, sometimes hours after, and these could also distinguish the types of magic by the aroma. Before the plague, magic sniffers had been employed to find children with magical powers.

  There were eleven different types of magicians in the Fifteen Realms, and all but one of them were born with power. Young children and magic were a dangerous combination. The sooner a child started training, the better. Healing powers were the exception. It could lay dormant for years, undetectable by the sniffers. Mine hid until right after I had turned fifteen. My sister, Noelle, had cut her hand and this urge bloomed in my chest, tugging me to her as if I had been hooked by a fishing line. My mother had started searching for a teacher for me that day.

  Belen waited for the mercs to make the first move. Even though they outnumbered him, they hesitated. Not surprising, considering he was a foot taller and two feet wider than their biggest man.

  “Look,” the man with the red beard said to Belen. “Just give us the girl and we’ll be on our way.”

  “No.”

  I touched Belen’s elbow. “Take the offer. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  When he didn’t move, I stepped around him to give myself up. But Belen stopped me with his arm.

  “Stay behind me,” he growled.

  No arguing with him. As my heart did flips in my chest, I thought fast.

  “She’s smarter than you,” Red Beard said. “Last chance.”

  Belen tightened his grip on his broad sword—a two-handed weapon that he held easily with one hand.

  “I don’t suppose you have a trio of knives hidden somewhere?” I asked him.

  “It’s a little late for a distraction,” he said.

  “Juggling isn’t the only thing I’ve learned to do with knives.”

  He yanked his dagger from his belt, handed it to me, then pulled another from his boot. “That’s all I have.”

  Better than none.

  “I guess that’s your answer,” Red Beard said. “Don’t kill the girl,” he ordered his men.

  Red Beard stepped forward to engage Belen. Two others also joined the fight. Because Belen kept me and the rocky hillside behind him, there wasn’t room for the other three, and they couldn’t grab me, either.

  The fierce intensity and the speed of the fight surprised me. Belen’s calm demeanor remained, and for the first minute, it appeared he had the upper hand. Then the men switched places in one smooth move and now Belen faced three fresh opponents.

  That was how they wore him down, by taking turns. I waited for an opportunity to throw my knives, thinking I’d hit their arm or shoulder, but no one would stand still long enough. I had always practiced with a stationary target. No reason not to; I’d never imagined I’d be in this situation in my lifetime.

  When Belen’s swings slowed, I knew I had to help him. Even if it was accidental, killing a person went against my nature, so I aimed low and hoped for the best. My first knife pierced one man’s thigh. He yelled and staggered away from the fight. Beginner’s luck didn’t last as the second dagger sailed right by another man.

  Then all I could do was watch as they harried Belen, tiring him out. I offered to surrender again, but he just growled.

  Red Beard entered the fray again. He feinted left and dipped his thinner blade under Belen’s and straight into his stomach. Belen grunted as I yelled. But he kept swinging. Red Beard continued to snake past his defenses and stab his blade’s tip into Belen’s gut. Eventually, Belen collapsed.

  With a cry, I knelt next to him.

  Blood soaked his tunic. He thrust his sword into my hands. “Don’t give up.”

  I staggered to my feet, holding the heavy blade. The men smirked until I charged, letting my fury over Belen’s injuries fuel my attack.

  Chapter 6

  The men sidestepped, avoiding the tip of Belen’s sword. I turned to charge again, but this time Red Beard knocked the heavy blade aside with his, redirecting my momentum. Belen’s weapon dragged me to the side. Red Beard moved in close and yanked the hilt from my hands.

  Then he grabbed my upper arm. “Come on, let’s go.”

  I resisted. “I have to heal—”

  “No time. He…” Red Beard squeezed my biceps as he scanned the area.

  I copied him. Glancing around, I counted five. The magic sniffer had disappeared.

  “Where’s Conner?” Red Beard asked his men.

  At first they exchanged confused glances, but then they realized the danger. Red Beard pulled me to where Belen lay, keeping his back to the rocks and me in front of him like a shield. His men fanned out in front of us, facing toward the woods. Red Beard sheathed his sword and drew a knife. He pressed it against my throat. Without thought, I grabbed his wrist, trying to pull the weapon away from my neck, but he rumbled a warning. Stopping my efforts, I left my hand on his arm.

  “I have your girl. Come out now or I’ll slit her throat,” Red Beard called.

  Nothing.

  “I can collect the bounty whether she’s dead or alive.”

  A rustle and then Kerrick emerged from the brush. The fabric of his tunic and pants blended in with the surrounding landscape, but his face, hands and hair remained normal. I was impressed with his level of control despite myself.

  The knife cut into my skin and I hissed at the sharp sting.

  “Keep your hands where I can see them,” Red Beard ordered.

  Kerrick appeared to be unarmed. His gaze dropped to Belen’s prone form, then returned to Red Beard’s. “I have enough gold to pay you the bounty. Take it and go.”

  Red Beard laughed. “She’s worth forty golds if brought in alive. I doubt—”

  Moving slowly, Kerrick dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a black bag. Coins rattled within.

  Red Beard sucked in a breath. “Axe, check it out.”

  One of the men snatched the bag from Kerrick. He opened it and poured gold coins into his hand. The young man’s voice squeaked when he reported the count. Forty.

  Red Beard tensed. “Where’s my sniffer?”

  “Does it matter?” Kerrick asked.

  A moment passed. “No.”

  Just when I thought he would let me go, Red Beard tightened his hold on me. He laughed. “You’re a fool,” he said to Kerrick. “Now we’ll get eighty golds. Forty from you and forty from Tohon.”

  Kerrick’s gaze flickered to my hand still resting on Red Beard’s—a warning. Magic grew inside me, pushing to be released, but I waited for Kerrick’s signal.

  “That’s rather greedy,” he said in a conversational tone. Kerrick gestured to the young man drooling over the gold coins in his hand. “You’re not setting the proper example for your young friend here. I would never do that. Isn’t that right, Flea?”

 
“That’s right,” Flea called from above. We all glanced up. Flea, Quain and Loren stood on the rocks above.

  “Now,” Kerrick ordered.

  I sent a blast of pain into Red Beard as Flea and the monkeys jumped down. Red Beard swore. I twisted away from his knife and held on to his arm with both hands, sending in another intense wave of pain. Red Beard collapsed onto his knees. Sounds of fighting increased for a moment before dying down. By the time Red Beard slumped to the ground unconscious, the others had been…I wish I could say disarmed, but they had been killed.

  I rounded on Kerrick in outrage. But he knelt next to Belen so I swallowed my accusations. All color had fled Belen’s face. His lips had turned a bluish-gray. I sank next to him and put my hand on his sweaty forehead.

  “Is she safe?” he asked Kerrick.

  “Yes.” As usual, Kerrick showed no emotion.

  Belen sighed wetly.

  “No,” I said. “I’m not safe, Belen. Who is going to tear Kerrick’s arm off if he hits me again? Come on,” I urged. “Stay with us.”

  Kerrick met my gaze. “Can you heal him?”

  “I don’t know. I need to examine the wounds.”

  He shot to his feet. “Gentlemen, we need a litter. Now.”

  The others had been hanging back, but they surged into action. I held Belen’s hand. My magic swelled and pressed to be released, but I kept it in check. If he was savable, I would need complete concentration.

  Faster than I thought possible, they constructed a litter. Rolling Belen onto the lattice of branches, Loren and Quain pulled the big man. We didn’t go far. Kerrick knew of a cave system—of course.

  The men made torches, but maneuvering the litter through the tight passages of the cave slowed our progress. I kept talking to Belen, encouraging him to keep awake and stay focused. When we reached a cavern that met Kerrick’s approval, I ordered the others to build a fire and heat water. I didn’t really need the water, but it gave them all something to do. Except Kerrick; he hovered over my shoulder, providing light.