The Cerulean (The Cerulean Duology #1) - Amy Ewing Page 0,35

like. They light up at sunset, so this is the best time to find them.”

“Don’t much like looking for these bastard Pelagan creatures,” Nose Picker complained as he studied the drawing. “They shouldn’t even be in our country anyway.”

“They’re gonna make the boss money and that makes us money,” Branson said. “So shut your mouth and do your job.”

Nose Picker handed the paper to Leo. He stared at a crude drawing of a tiny creature who looked like . . . a blade of grass. Grass with tiny arms and legs and some kind of weird crown on its head. Leo looked up at the endless prairie stretching out in all directions.

This was going to be impossible. He didn’t know the first thing about how to find a sprite. He hadn’t known sprites were things to find until about twenty-four hours ago.

“Someone must stay and look after the car,” he said. “Right? And these sprites may be close by. Why don’t I, uh, search this area? And I will keep an eye on our belongings as well. Does that sound amenable to you gentlemen?”

Chewing Tobacco spit a long stream of disgusting reddish brown at his feet and Branson smirked.

“Good idea,” he said. Leo had the feeling he was being mocked. “We’ll see you back here around calamity’s hour.”

Leo had no idea what calamity’s hour was, but he couldn’t very well let these men know that.

“Excellent,” he said. “Calamity’s hour. And best of luck to you lads. We better get looking while there’s still some light.”

“Too true,” Branson said. “We’ll just grab a few things and be on our way.”

Leo spent just enough time kicking at tufts of grass and making a big show of looking for sprites until Branson and his crew faded to small dark specks in the distance. Then he threw himself down in the shadow of the car and promptly fell asleep.

He awoke in darkness, sudden and alert, aware of some figure creeping around nearby.

“Who’s there?” he called, his speech slightly slurred. His tongue was clumsy in his dry mouth. Blades of grass were poking at him through his pants.

The figure froze, and then a familiar voice muttered, “Crap.”

“Agnes?” Leo gasped. He was feeling completely out of sorts. The expedition, the sprites, it was all coming back to him in a rush.

“Where is Branson?” he demanded. The car and truck were still here, but there was no sign of the men. “They said calamity’s . . .” His stomach gave a loud growl. “Where—what are you doing here?”

“I hid in the supply truck and bribed the driver,” Agnes said unapologetically. Her hair was tucked up under a newsboy cap, and she wore boys’ clothes. “Calamity’s hour is midnight, by the way. It’s long past.”

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Leo said, scrambling to his feet. “Father is going to kill you for this.”

“He won’t if you don’t tell him I was here.”

He smirked. “Nice try. I don’t tell him and he finds out anyway and then I’m dead, too. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll just marry you off to some low-class Old Port boy and wash his hands of you.”

He knew that would touch a nerve—she seemed to deflate, turning away from him and gazing up at the sky. “There are so many stars here. It’s beautiful.”

Leo had no interest in stars or their numbers at the moment. But Agnes kept staring at them as she murmured, “I had to try.”

“Try what?” he asked. “Try melting in the back of a truck for an entire day?”

She glared at him. “You wouldn’t understand.” She put her hands on her hips and surveyed the area around them. “I don’t think the sprites are here. And even if they are, the plains are too big. But I honestly thought I would find one.” She snorted, like she was disgusted with herself.

“Kiernan thinks they’re all dead,” Leo said.

“What? When did he say that?”

“Last night. I heard him say it to Father.”

“Then why—” She stopped herself and shook her head, as if she’d answered her own question before finishing it.

Leo’s stomach gave another growl. “Have you eaten?”

“They took the food,” Agnes said dully.

“What? Why didn’t you stop them?” The thought of no dinner was a terrifying one.

“Why didn’t you?” she retorted. “You were supposed to go with them. And then I could have explored the plains on my own and no one would have been the wiser. But no, you have to be the sulky spoiled rich boy they think you are.”

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