Night Study (Soulfinders #2) - Maria V. Snyder Page 0,75
hours after sunset, Leif caught a whiff of molasses followed by the bitter tang of fear. Rusalka broke into a gallop as the shrill sounds of a horse in distress pierced the air.
When they turned a corner, a cloud of emotions struck him. Panic and fear the strongest. In the faint moonlight, he identified the black shapes. Horse. Wagon. Person.
As they drew closer, the shapes sharpened. Overturned wagon. Man about to be trampled by a panicked horse.
High-pitched squeals and cries emanated from underneath the wagon. The man shouted at the kids to be quiet. “You’re scaring the horse.”
Too late. Leif stopped Rusalka fifty feet before the scene. Her presence might make it worse. At least the children quieted to whimpers.
The man lurched forward in an attempt to grab the reins, causing the horse to rear again. Idiot didn’t know anything about horses. Leif dismounted, then approached slowly.
“Back away or you’re going to get hurt,” Leif ordered the man in an even, nonthreatening tone—more for the horse than the idiot.
The man whipped around. “Oh, thank fate! Can you help us?”
“Yes. Stand over there.” Leif pointed to a safe spot.
“But my children—”
“Will be fine, if you do everything I say.”
The man backed away to the place Leif had indicated. Leif drew in a breath and studied the horse’s body language. A wildness shone in its eyes as its sides heaved. Foamy sweat dripped from its body and it blew air from its nostrils. One of the wooden supports of the wagon had snapped in half, but the horse remained tethered. Crates littered the ground behind the overturned wagon.
Leif inched closer, keeping in the horse’s line of sight. He projected calming emotions, not sure if it’d work on a horse, but figured it couldn’t hurt. Talking to the horse in a steady voice, he approached. The horse shook, but didn’t rear. Leif kept his soothing tone and reached for the reins. He grasped them in his left hand. Then he stroked the horse’s nose and kept talking.
When the horse’s sides slowed and it no longer arched its neck, Leif said to the man, “Move slowly and come take the reins.”
The man followed his directions. Keeping his hands on the horse, Leif slid them back to the hitch.
“Daddy, what’s going on?” asked a little girl.
“Just wait, sweet pea. We need to free Doggie.”
Doggie? Leif glanced at the man.
“We let the kids name him,” he explained.
Better than Beach Bunny. Leif unhitched the wagon while keeping contact with the horse so it wouldn’t spook again. Then he removed the harness. It was slow and tedious work, but eventually, he freed Doggie. Leif led the horse to a nearby tree, then covered Doggie with his cloak to keep him warm until they could walk him to cool off. He returned to help the man free his children.
They lifted the broken wooden bed and four figures scrambled out as they righted the wagon.
Leif turned. “Is everyone all right? I’ve bandages and...” The kids were much taller than he’d expected, and the father pointed a loaded crossbow at Leif’s chest. Unease swirled into alarm.
Stupid.
“And?” the armed man prompted.
“And I just aided in my own ambush. Didn’t I?” Idiotic.
“You’re quick. It took that Hale fellow ages to understand.”
They have Hale? Why didn’t Irys tell me? He swallowed his fear and concentrated on the five assembled before him. No emotions emanated except from the “father.” The others must be wearing null shields. “Why go to all this trouble? You outnumber me.”
“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, if you caught a whiff of an ambush, you’d have been long gone.”
If it’s fun you want...let’s see how fun it is when your clothes are on fire. Leif concentrated.
“Oh, no, you don’t. Frent.”
A puff sounded right before a prick of pain burned on Leif’s neck. He yanked the dart from his skin, but knew it was too late. “Rusalka, go home!”
She galloped by as the woods spun around him. Sinking to his knees, his last thought before the darkness rushed in was of Mara. Their reunion would have to wait. He hoped.
19
YELENA
Five steps. Turn. Five more steps. Turn. I paced along the twenty-seven iron bars of my cell. Even though I had used all my skills as the Liaison and convinced the Sitian Council I hadn’t been involved in espionage, treason or conspiring with the enemy, they still required my brother’s testimony in order to release us.
Five days. We’d been locked in here for one, two, three, four, five and turn, days. Leif had