Road Outside LandingTown into MidGale City, Nightway
“They’re there.” Phalanx pointed out the three carriages circled in the clearing.
He and Savage were resting on their bellies, peering over a grassy hill to watch the ongoings. “Easy pickings.”
Savage watched. Face unreadable.
Though it had been nearly a month since he’d dropped Dimurah off on Sanctuary Island, he still found himself thinking of nothing else.
Wondering how she was.
Where she is...
What she’s doing...
He struggled to focus today. The image of her pretty face kept cropping up in his mind.
“Brother, are you with me today?” Phalanx murmured. Giving him a green-eyed study.
“Aye.”
Below they could hear the tall blonde man giving directions. Savage recognized him from the year past. In this same location…
They’d followed the Nauvree here last year, curious as to what he was so c
“What?” “His Seditious Lot call him ‘My King.’ And the Weldons just described the bunch.” “The boy running the Blue Lark Guild?” Bast’s brow knitted. “Why would he-” “I don’t know.” The Nauvree cut him off urgently. “But there’s a method behind everything he does. He did it for a reason.” Bast shook his head in confusion as he returned to the Weldons. “Well, whomever it was I doubt they got the things you love imported from the Isle. So have your pick and we’ll be on our way.” The elderly couple wound hands and hobbled to the carriage to peer inside. They selected a few items and the sailors carried them inside for them. “Sebastian?” Ms. Weldon’s soft voice rose again. He paused to look at her, waiting. “Could you take our extra goods to that Boy. To give to the others.” “The Boy that brought you the Goods?” “Yes. He says there’s more in the Blue Lark. Plenty more so we should take whatever we wished.” S
The day came that the gates opened to let in a mass of slaves that had been rescued from trader ships headed for the Isle. Dimurah was quick to weave into the crowd. Twisting enough to look like she was moving forward but making her way further to the back of the crowd until she was able to get out the gates and across the bridge. Scampering over the boulders bordering the fortress and along the ridge. She hissed through her teeth at the sight of the sheer drop. And down below, in the murky green water, she could see the pink bodies floating as they plopped against the rocks and returned with the waves. She grimaced, having no wish to join them as she lifted her skirts and took care of her footing. Making her way around the edge of the castle to get behind it. As she’d expected, it wasn’t long before a guard shouted a warning announcing her presence on the boulders. But no one ran out to get her. Though they often watched for intruders
It was hours of walking at a painstaking pace before they finally reached the edge of the Landbridge and the fog cleared enough to make Sourthern Vale visible. Dimurah blew a long breath of relief. “What the hell were you doing?” The man rounded on her. Accusation in his voice and fire in his eyes. Looking surprisingly fierce. “Trying to escape the fortress.” “It’s a sanctuary! Why would you need to escape?” “I didn’t want to be there. I need to get back to the Blue Guild.” She was already hoping that there was a chance this man might help her in that direction. “You nearly got your fool hind-end turned into demon dog food!” His fists were tight. He was clearly furious. “There’s a reason people sail around the edge of the land through the Sea of Souls rather than risk the Landbridge!” He gestured furiously over her shoulder. Back in the direction they’d just came from. “Very few survive thejourney.” “We just did.”
“No business of yours.” Savage said. Giving him an icy blue study. “No, it’s not.” The Nauvree admitted. “But, as I said, I’m curious. Are you giving it to the peasants?” Not your affair. Savage tossed him a quick look. Surprised by the assassin’s determination on this subject. “Because it involves your brother?” “My twin.” The Nauvree straightened. Sighing in a way that said they weren’t close. “You were watching us.” “I see most things.” Savage shifted against the counter to face Nauvree. “What precisely is this about?” “Are you giving them away?” “What of it?” Savage tipped his head up to stare down his nose threatening
Rhyer’s House, Mane Country THE NAUVREE “Oh no…” Dimurah shook her head frantically. Having just been told by a man she called friend, The Nauvree, that Savage had arrived here. In Rhyer’s country house. Where he’d taken her after finding her wandering the perilous landbridge between Sourthern Vale and Sanctuary Island. She backed up still shaking her head in denial. Refusing to accept that he’d found her already. “No. No!” She turned and fled from the parlor into the entryway, heading for the stairs. “He’s not taking me back! He won’t find me!” She was barreling up the stairs. “Far too late for that, Murah.” He boomed from the entryway. When did he come in? I didn’t hear the door. The Nauvree frowned. The bloody man is as quiet as Rhyers. The Nauvree glanced at the tall dark-haired man who seemed as startled as he was. He didn’t hear him e
THE NAUVREE Dimurah came down the stairs. Her hand clinging to Savage Jack’s as he walked behind her. Staring at the back of her head. Face unreadable as always. What happened? What is he thinking? Rhyers took in the sight of them and shook his head. “I will never understand romance.” He blinked in bafflement. “I don’t think that’s romance.” The Nauvree tossed a quick look over his shoulder back at the couple who soundlessly walked behind them. Their heads lowered as they were both lost in thought. Dimurah still leading Savage like a woman with a pup on a rope. What in Ardae? “I’ll go have some dinner prepared.” Rhyers walked away. “Can you take them to the Dining Hall, and I’ll have some refreshments sent in.” The Nauvree nodded. Butler for a day. He thought ruefully. The Nauvree waved over his shoulder and they followed demurely as he took them a couple room
THE NAUVREE You’re a terrible liar! The Nauvree realized staring at the Forever Knight tracker in appall. Rhyers! Now when he needed his brethren’s support to extract him from the middle of this lover’s quarrel, Rhyers’ ingenious faculties failed? The Nauvree’s eyes narrowed on the other man. How can you be a spy and be that bad of a liar? Rhyers shrugged and waved his hands helplessly. Savage Jack finally withdrew his hand. He doesn’t want me to leave him alone with her. The Nauvree realized, feeling a quick pang of guilt for leaving a brother in need. The Nauvree tossed him a sympathetic glance before striding from the room in pace with Rhyers. “Why are you upset with me?” His tone was icy. What does he feel when she rants at him? The Nauvree wondered, not for the first time. “Because you never share anything with me! You know this is the divide bet
Home. That was how Savage saw the Blue Lark anymore. Especially when she’s there. He looked across the carriage at the woman he’d so dearly missed for this long month. The longest we’ve ever been apart. She was sleeping. Her head lolling limply as the wheels turned through the rough terrain of Dread Country. She rested soundly. She’s exhausted. He felt the hint of guilt for being the reason she was so tired. Though he’d never admit to her, he knew how she worried about him when he was away. And how I worry for her. Knowing she was in the Guild surrounded by assassins should terrify him but at this point, it felt like the safest place she could be. Though that wasn’t what he’d thought a month ago. Though that was before they promised to help me. Redbayne and The Nauvree had both vowed that they’d conduct frequent checks at the Blue Lark