but he lost his footing, falling forward.
I took a breath, but pressure squeezed it right back out of me.
Luddie hadn’t tripped.
The black bolt had caught him in the back. Stepping out from behind one of the horses was the guard who’d greeted us at the door the day before. Delano. He had those pale eyes, too. Eyes that I now knew belonged to the wolven. He lowered the bow.
Bryant bolted.
Spinning around, he made a run for it, but he didn’t make it far. Kieran crouched and then launched into the air. As sleek and as fast as any arrow—and just as accurate. He landed on Bryant’s back, taking him to the straw. The guard didn’t even have a chance to scream. The wolven bared his teeth and lunged—
I cranked my head away at the wet crunch that echoed through the barn.
Then there was silence.
I saw the man who’d killed Rylan stride forward, his long-legged pace loose and relaxed. He smirked down at me. “I’m so glad I’m here to witness this moment.”
“Shut up, Jericho,” Hawke replied, tone flat.
Slowly, I looked at Hawke. He stood where he’d stopped, the wind lifting and tossing those dark strands of hair back from his striking face. He appeared as he had when he left the room in the middle of the night, like he had hours before that when he’d kissed me, touched me, and held me in his arms.
But he stood there with a bloodied wolven standing next to him.
“Hawke?” I whispered, my free hand grasping at the damp straw under me.
He stared at me, and my gift came alive. The invisible cord reached out, forming a connection, and I felt…I felt nothing from him. No pain. No sadness. Nothing.
I drew back, my chest rising and falling. Something had to be wrong with my gift. Only the Ascended lacked emotions. Not mortals. Not Hawke. But it was like the connection had hit a brick wall as thick as the Rise.
As formidable as the wall I built around myself when I tried to keep my gift locked inside. Was he…was he blocking me? Was that even possible?
“Please tell me I can kill her,” Jericho said. “I know exactly what pieces I want to cut up and send back.”
“Touch her, and you’ll lose more than a hand this time.” The coldness in Hawke’s tone chilled me to my very soul. “We need her.” His gaze never left me. “Alive.”
Chapter 35
On my knees, I stared up at Hawke, hearing his words and seeing what was happening, but it was like my brain couldn’t process any of it.
Or my brain was processing it and my heart…my heart was denying it.
We need her.
Alive.
We.
“You’re no fun,” Jericho muttered. “Have I told you that before?”
“A time or a dozen,” Hawke answered, and I flinched. My entire body recoiled. His jaw tightened, and he looked away, scanning the barn. “This mess needs to be cleaned up.”
Beside him, the wolven shook itself, a lot like a dog after coming in from the rain. And then it rose on its hind legs and shifted, fur curling inward to reveal skin that was thickening. Legs straightened, and fingers returned to their normal sizes. The jaw snapped back into place. Shirt lost somewhere, Kieran stood in torn breeches, the wound in his stomach from Phillips’ sword nothing more than a pink mark.
I sat back.
Kieran twisted his neck from left to right, cracking it. “This isn’t the only mess that needs to be cleaned up.”
A muscle flexed in Hawke’s jaw as he looked at me. “You and I need to talk.”
“Talk?” A laugh escaped me, and it sounded all wrong.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” he replied, and I heard a shade of the teasing tone I was familiar with.
It caused me to flinch again. “Where…where are the other two guards?”
“Dead,” he answered without an ounce of hesitation as he rested the bow on his shoulder. “It was an unfortunate necessity.”
“I’m good at what I do.”
“And what is that?”
“Killing.”
I knew without a doubt that when he’d left the room, that was what he’d done. There was a buzzing in my ears as I became aware of others gathering behind him in the yard, their bodies still in the filtered morning sun.
He took a step toward me. “Let’s—”
“No.” I popped to my feet, surprisingly steady. “Tell me what’s going on here.”
Hawke stopped. When he spoke, his voice had softened just a fraction. “You know what’s going on here.”
The next breath I took scorched my throat