There was a small thump as an arrow embedded itself into the throat of the man who had just spoken.
Shea didn’t wait, taking advantage of their surprise and darting in the direction of the fallen man. His horse stamped and whirled. Shea dodged it as Charles and the other man kicked their horses after her.
She ducked past the horse, noting Braden standing bow in hand, notching another arrow.
She’d never make it to him before one of the other two ran her down. Her feet turned toward a gap between two buildings. She ran along the small space even as the sound of hooves pounding against cobblestone followed her. She burst onto the next street.
“Shea, follow me,” Braden said from several yards down the street. He’d guessed her route and followed on a different path. She hesitated, her suspicions of before no less valid. “Don’t be stupid. I just saved your ass.”
He had.
They’d stand a better chance if they were together.
Her decision made, she ran towards him and followed when he turned and made his way through the city. It wasn’t long until the sound of pursuit followed, chasing them through the city—gradually herding them in a certain direction.
“How are they doing this?” Shea asked, leaning against the side of a building. She was out of breath and beginning to think there might not be a way out of this.
Braden shook his head. “They must have more men out here.”
“How many people missed head count?” Shea asked.
“Ten.”
She dropped her head back and looked up at the inky darkness. Only small patches of a starry night sky could be seen. Ten. He might as well have said a hundred.
“We’re making a lot of noise. Eventually Caden and the rest of the men will hear and come investigating,” Braden said.
Shea preferred not to rely on ifs and shoulds. There was no guarantee they’d hear all this racket, and even if they did, chances were Shea and Braden would be dead long before then.
“You shouldn’t have run off and called attention to yourself.” Disapproval colored Braden’s tone.
Shea shot him dark look. “I’m sorry. When someone threatens to kill me, I tend to try to remove myself from the situation.”
“I never intended to kill you.”
Shea scoffed, letting the sound speak for her.
“I didn’t. I just said at one time I had planned to kill you. You know, before. It’s been a while since I’ve actively plotted your death.”
Shea opened her mouth with a sharp retort but was prevented from speaking as a horse and rider clattered around the corner, torch held aloft. Seeing them, he called over his should, “Here, I’ve found them.”
“Time to go.” Shea bounded away from the building, Braden on her heels. Another rider cut them off at the end of the street as the first closed in behind. They started for an alley but pulled up short when another horse and rider trotted out of the shadows.
They were surrounded.
Braden put his back to Shea’s, notching an arrow and holding his bow at the ready. He’d given her his sword so at least she wasn’t completely unarmed.
Charles turned the corner, letting his horse walk towards them at a leisurely pace. “General, what a surprise. I had not thought to see you out here.”
“Who is this?” Braden asked Shea, not taking his eyes off the armed men approaching them.
“Charles. You met him. He was in charge of the beast board.”
Charles smile was ugly. “I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised he doesn’t recognize me. It would be too much to expect a general to know those that serve under him.”
“I know the name of every man and woman in my command. You’re not one of them,” Braden said, still not looking at Charles. His attention was wholly focused on the two riders behind them.
“Of course not. You wouldn’t want a cripple getting in the way.” Charles hands tightened on the reins.
“Is that what this is about?” Shea asked. “Misplaced anger over your lot in life?”
Charles snorted. “Maybe a little, but it’s not the only reason.”
Scorn showed on Shea’s face.
Charles smiled. “You don’t believe me.”
She shrugged.
“At first, I only intended to get you out of the way. As I’m sure the general here can tell you, you’re a distraction to the Warlord. His men have noticed, and they don’t like it. This idea of conquest. It is ridiculous. We take, we pillage, and then we return home. That’s how it’s always been.”
“Fallon always intended to claim the Lowlands,” Shea said. “I’m not the one who convinced him to stay.”
“But you are the one who made it possible. Your beast board. Your ideas. Even this place. Do you think he’ll let this end once he reaches your homeland?” Charles shook his head. “No, he’ll take, and take, and take until there is nothing left.”
A shadow flickered in the light behind Charles.
“Your lands are rotting,” Shea said. “There’s nothing left there except madness and death.”
“You’re lying.”
“She’s not,” Braden said. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Our healers are trying to figure out what’s wrong, but they have been unsuccessful. Many have succumbed to the madness.”
The man next to Charles shifted. “The men from Rain did say something wasn’t right.”
“Quiet. Nothing they say matters. She’s still an outsider. A throwaway. We do our people a service getting rid of her,” Charles said.
He dug his heels into the horse’s sides and spurred it towards Shea. She held the sword in a guard position, watching closely.
“Stop,” a voice yelled from the building.
Charles pulled his horse up sharply as Clark climbed out of a window and dropped to the ground.
“Clark, stay back,” Shea called.
“It’s alright, Shea.” Clark held out a hand as he made his way over to stand between the two of them. Charles watched him come, a guarded expression on his face.
“What are you doing?” Clark asked him.
“I’m standing up for people like us.”
“By killing Shea? She’s never done anything to you. If anything, she’s helped us gain status.”
Charles almost looked like he might listen. He parted his lips to speak when one of the other men said, “Enough chitchat. Kill them.”
“I’m afraid he’s right. We’ve come too far to turn back now.” Charles unsheathed the sword at his side.
Clark took a step back, placing himself between Shea and Charles.
“Clark, move.”
Clark shook his head. “I refuse.”
“I’m doing this for us. For what we went through.”
Clark shook his head. “I want no part in this. If you do this, you’ll have to go through me first.”
“Very well, then.”
There was a sharp cry as the man to Shea’s right slumped off his horse and fell to the ground. Fallon stood next to him, bloody sword in his hand.
A dark figure leapt from the building next to them, landing on Charles and taking him to the ground. Braden took advantage of the distraction and let his arrow fly. It found its target in the shoulder of the rider behind them.
Charles and his assailant rolled, their limbs a furious blur as they fought.