“That is correct. Unless I want them to. And I most certainly do not.”
We walked away from the school. The crowds thinned, along with the feeling of eyes on us. I glanced back. The two men were gone. I slowed beside a fence that surrounded a large green space behind the building. An open field of perfectly manicured grass but no fruit trees. No garden or flowers. How very strange to have grass, but nothing grazing on it. What was the point?
A figure darted out of the building, her body ablaze as if she were lit from within. “There.” I pointed as she ran into the center of the wide field. I grabbed the edge of the metal fence and vaulted it, Cactus right behind me, while Peta leapt ahead of us, racing toward the girl.
But we weren’t the only ones closing in on her.
A swirl of a black cloak ran after her from the building. Blackbird would reach her before us if I didn’t do something. Niah was right: we were not the only ones looking to chat with Giselle.
I flipped my hand at him, bucking the earth under his feet, but he used the momentum to leap forward.
“Damn!” I tapped into the earth and redoubled my speed. I had to get to her first.
Whatever Blackbird wanted with her, it couldn’t be good.
Whether he was there to take Giselle for his own uses or only to slow me in my search for my father, it didn’t matter. Either way, I had to stop him. A fireball shot past me and slammed into Blackbird, sending him backward in a tumble ass over teakettle. The girl cried out and fell to her knees. Peta reached her first and curled her body around her.
The Reader was barely into her teens, if her size was any indication. A child. Niah had sent us to a child.
I went to my knees in front of the Reader, facing Blackbird. “Stay down, Giselle.”
“Who are you?”
“Friends.”
“Friends don’t shoot fire at each other,” she said.
I didn’t dare look back at her. “True, but he is not our friend.”
Blackbird strode toward us as though he hadn’t been slammed with a fireball. Then again, he carried all five elements . . . it was hard to imagine what would hurt him. Maybe nothing but cold hard steel.
“Larkspur, you are really beginning to be a pain in my ass.” Blackbird came to a stop twenty feet from us.
“Consider the feeling mutual.” I stood and pulled my spear from my side, twisting the two halves together. I pointed it at him. “Time to leave, boy.”
His whole body jerked as if I’d hit him. A sore point, then? He had to be young; being called a boy would only bother a young man trying to prove himself.
With a grin I whipped the spear forward. “Tell me something: what do you want with Giselle?”
“I do believe that is none of your business.”
Needing him to make a mistake, I poked at him. “I’m making it my business, brat.”
A snarl escaped him, giving more evidence to what I believed. He had a temper and didn’t like people thinking he was too young.
“My lover wants to speak with her.” He spat the words out as though they cost him.
“You mean Cassava, don’t you?”
Blackbird lifted his hands and the wind around us picked up, a gust slamming into me and flipping me backward before I could anchor myself into the ground. I flew through the air, catching glimpses of the scene around me. Peta clawing the ground to hold Giselle firm. Cactus out of sight.
The ground rushed up and I hit it hard, landing on my hip and shoulder. Rolling, I was on my hands and knees in a flash. Forty feet away, Peta’s fur rippled as the wind hammered her. Giselle screamed as she slipped, her arms wrapped around Peta’s neck.
“Don’t let him take me!”
Propelled by the need to protect them both, I ran straight for Blackbird. He saw me coming and I watched the power lines climb his arms. At the last possible second I arced my arm back and threw my spear at him. It flew true straight for his heart.
He threw himself to the side, catching the blade in his shoulder. Crying out, he touched his arm and twisted his hand over it.
With a pop of air, he was gone, my spear buried in the ground behind where he’d been. The wind eased immediately, and I stood there, panting with adrenaline as much as exertion.
“He’s got a Traveling band,” Peta said as I approached them.
“Yes. Why would he use it now? Not that I wish he’d stayed, but it makes no sense.”
“Perhaps, he is a coward?” Giselle said softly. “My mentor told me cowards always run when they are first injured.”
Though her words were true, I doubted that was the case. I didn’t know what the reason was and that bothered me.
“What’s a Traveling band?” Giselle asked as she sat up. Her tawny hair was in disarray and her pale blue eyes seemed almost transparent as she took me in.
“Wait.” I crouched in front of her. “Did you hear Peta?”
“Yes. I’m a Reader. The rules don’t apply to me.” She gave me a tentative smile.