Night Study (Soulfinders #2) - Maria V. Snyder Page 0,116

her in on what the twins would be doing. “Don’t worry about money. The Keep provides a stipend to the students.”

Zohav hugged her knees to her chest during the explanation. She’d rather stay home with her family, but Zethan relished the idea of learning more about his power. If he’d known what he could do, those pirates wouldn’t have stood a chance. This insight into both of them hit Valek with such certainty, it was as if he’d read their actual thoughts. His head ached with the ceaseless chatter and emotions.

Mother fiddled with the sliver clasp on her cloak. “Will you tell the Sitians they are your siblings?”

“No. Sitians fear and hate me as much as the Ixians do. They will be safer if everyone believes they are refugees from Ixia.”

Mother frowned. “They had to get their magic from my father. No one else in our family has it.”

“Yelena speculated that my immunity to magic might be a form of power,” Valek said.

“Who is this Yelena?” she asked.

“My heart mate.” Best to keep her status under wraps for now.

Zethan asked, “Does she think your immunity is a One-Trick power? Like Nell’s?”

“It’s possible.”

His mother studied him. Her thoughts clear. Valek couldn’t be that terrible if another person loved him. Unless she was a monster, too. “Tell us about her.”

The pain in Valek’s temples increased. Was it due to this strange...sensation...ability? With effort, he concentrated on describing Yelena’s wonderful kindness and intelligence, and he ignored the extra thoughts, sounds and smells that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Why isn’t she with you?” Mother asked.

“She’s in Sitia. I need to catch up with her, which is why we have to leave in the morning.”

“Does her family know she’s your heart mate?”

Again Valek understood why his mother asked that question. Her desire to find others who didn’t hate him might help her see him in a better light.

“Yes. In fact, her brother and father are currently helping me with a problem.”

“What problem?” Father asked.

“Identifying a plant. It’s important, but we don’t know why. It could either be a poison or be used as a potential weapon.” Like Curare.

“Would that be something we’d do as magicians? Help you with problems?” Zethan asked.

Both Zohav and Mother scowled at Zethan’s enthusiasm, thinking the boy was going to get himself killed if he helped Valek.

Valek rubbed his forehead. What the hell was going on? Why were their thoughts so clear to him? Was it because they were family? Unable to answer any of those questions, he concentrated on Zethan’s question instead. “I expect the Stormdancers will be very interested in you, and you’ll spend your time with them. Those who help me have a great deal of training and skill. They frequently give up months of their lives to work undercover, and it’s a dangerous life.”

“Then why do it?” Zohav asked.

His gaze was drawn to his brothers’ headstones. “Because evil is out there. We’ve witnessed its devastation. We know it must be stopped.”

“And you’re the only ones who can stop it?” Father asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s rather egotistical,” Zohav said.

“It could be taken that way,” Valek agreed. “It’s still true, though.”

“What happens when you’re too old to fight?”

Valek noted the use of when. Nice to know his father didn’t think of him as too old. “By then I hope the next generation will be trained and ready.”

“And if they aren’t?”

“Evil wins.”

* * *

Considering the reception of his arrival, Valek’s family stayed by the fire longer than he expected. After they left, he lay on his bedroll and stared at the stars. Exhausted, his head throbbed and he couldn’t sleep. It was as if his skin had been rubbed off, exposing all his nerves.

So much had happened.

So many emotions.

Thoughts swirled in his mind, bits of conversation repeated, and he replayed his own reaction at Vincent’s grave when he’d realized why he had avoided any mention of his family. What had happened to him? His senses had sharpened into a super awareness, and he flinched at every tiny noise.

Giving up on sleep, Valek stirred the fire to life. Perhaps a cup of one of Leif’s teas would help soothe him.

It didn’t.

By the time dawn arrived, Valek had gotten only a few hours of rest. He packed his bedroll and supplies. Concentrating on the task at hand and not the conversation going on in the kitchen, Valek saddled the horses.

The twins both carried a pack. His parents and Zebulon followed them from the house. While Valek secured their bags on the horses, the others said goodbye.

“We

readonlinefreenovel.com Copyright 2016 - 2024