“Shit.” Cahil barked orders to his people, harassing them to hurry and grab their things. We were leaving. Now.
Keeping out of the way, I hoped I’d have a chance to send Fisk a note. One of the agents handed me a cloak to wear, and while everyone was occupied, I reclaimed my weapons and lock picks. Grief threatened to drown me, but I chanted keep the baby safe over and over in my mind to block the emotion. Also there was the possibility that Cahil lied about seeing Onora in the Citadel.
Cahil returned. “Time to go.” He grabbed my elbow as we headed to the stairs. A number of his people preceded us, and the rest followed. Twelve total.
“Can one of your crew deliver a message to Fisk?”
He slowed. “Why?”
“So when I’m spotted at the Featherstone garrison, he doesn’t risk his people trying to rescue me.”
“Why would you be...” Cahil’s grip tightened, and he muttered a curse. “He has people in the garrisons, doesn’t he?”
“There are many public roads to the garrison. We could be spotted at any place en route.”
“Nice try, but you’re a lousy liar. Do you know who they are?”
Now it was my turn to curse. “No.”
“And you won’t tell me until the ten days are over.”
“No, I really don’t know.”
I wasn’t sure if he believed me, but he remained silent as we climbed the stairs and exited onto the warehouse’s ground floor. A few beams of sunlight pierced the blackened windows, providing just enough light to see the words written on the crates. Our group wove through them as if navigating a maze they’d been through a thousand times. I glanced at the floor. The dust was thick between the piles, but underneath our feet, the path was clean. Even I could follow this trail.
“Head to the Council’s stables,” Cahil ordered when he spotted the entrance. “Yelena will ride with me on Topaz.”
The door opened, almost as if on cue. Everyone grabbed their weapons as Onora strode into the building like she owned the place. I stumbled. The dam inside me broke, and grief ripped right through my body. The tiny spark of hope that Valek still lived died.
Cahil’s hand steadied me. “Don’t worry. I won’t let her kill you.”
I didn’t have the strength or the ability to correct him. Emotions lodged in my throat, cutting off my air.
He faced me. “Breathe, Yelena. We might need you if this gets...ugly.”
Right. I focused on Valek’s killer. Barefoot, and with her hair tied back, she looked years younger than twenty. Cahil’s agents spread out as much as they could among the piles of crates. Two of them held crossbows and they pointed their weapons at her, even though her hands were empty.
No, that wasn’t correct. She played with two bobby pins, spinning them through her fingers. Ah, hell.
Cahil strode forward. “You’re too late. Yelena’s in our protective custody. Go back to Ixia.”
Onora cocked her head to the side. “Why isn’t she dead?”
“None of your business.”
“But Bruns wants her eliminated.”
“Bruns? Are you working for him now?” Cahil asked in surprise.
“No. Bruns asked the Commander to send me to take care of Valek and Yelena.” She met my gaze. “One down. One to go.”
I drew my switchblade and advanced. The desire to plunge it into her heart pulsed through me. Cahil put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
“Bruns would never turn to the Commander for help,” Cahil said.
“Then maybe you need to have a chat with your boss.”
Frowning, Cahil moved his grip to my arm.
Onora noticed. “Unless you’ve decided to branch out on your own?” She waited. “No? Then give her to me. I’ll finish my assignment and be on my merry way.”
“No.”
“Why are you protecting her? She’s just going to cause you trouble.”
“Go home, Onora. You’re outnumbered, and the ladies holding the crossbows have excellent aim.”
Onora grinned, showing two rows of straight white teeth. “Are you sure about your math, General?”
“I count fourteen of us and one of you.”
Nice of Cahil to include me in his group.
“You forgot to check the ceiling for spiders.” Onora dove to the side.
Everyone looked up, but I stared at her, stunned. She had used Valek’s words. I broke free of Cahil’s grip and hit the floor as gray figures darted from where they’d been hiding between the piles of crates.
Cahil laughed. “There’s nothing up—”
Fighting broke out, and I stayed low. I’d been shot by a crossbow bolt before. Once was enough. Because of Onora’s spider comment, I didn’t know if the gray fighters were my friends or enemies. Had it been a signal to me, or just something she picked up when she’d been training with Valek? Rather than risk joining the wrong side of the fight, I kept away from everyone, ducking behind a pile of crates to wait.
I listened to the sounds of the scuffle—thuds, grunts, steel clanging against steel, cursing, a hiss of pain. Then, without warning, Onora appeared next to me.
“It’s safe,” she said.