murder in his voice. “I want to know how someone could get out.”
“Yes, sir.” The man hurried from the room.
It only took a few moments for a skinny man with scars up and down his arms to skulk into the room. His hollow eyes and missing teeth accentuated his slumped shoulders. It didn’t take her Gift to know that he was emotionally dead from some trauma or other. It didn’t take her experiences to know that the Graygual had something to do with it.
“This room?” the man said in a scratchy voice ruined from hours of screaming. The man dragged one of his feet as he made his way across to the far wall beyond the fireplace. He touched a decorative ornament and then pushed on a brick at the fireplace. A door latch disengaged within the fireplace, opening a crawlspace. “Goes through to a tunnel outside.”
“Why wasn’t I told of this?” Cayan demanded in the traders’ language.
The man shrugged and stared at the distant wall. “I was tortured for that information once. Seemed a shame to just offer it up. Lazy, that.”
A blast of power scoured the room, making Rohnan stiffen.
“Yeah, that’d be about it,” the man said. “Yours would probably hurt more. You got more power.”
Cayan stalked right in front of the man, trying to bend to catch his eye. “Do you want death? Because I can grant it right now.”
“Cayan,” Shanti warned, working her Gift into Tomous to try and ease the pain keeping him from making it back to wakefulness.
Cayan straightened up and exhaled. “How many more of these tunnels exist?”
“Two. One in the guardhouse in the front, and one in the mistresses’ chamber at the other end of this building.”
Cayan’s whole body flexed and another blast of power leaked out of him. He looked at Kallon. “Seal those up, and then scrub this city free of Graygual.”
Kallon, despite never having answered to Cayan before, nodded and jogged out of the room. Cayan knelt by Daniels slowly, his face a terrifying mask of rage. Inside of him, though, something was breaking. Grief was rising up and threatening to overwhelm him.
Before Shanti could get up and go to him, Rohnan was there, laying his hand lightly on Cayan’s shoulder. They’d lost a few dozen men and women in the battle, all hard to bear. They’d grieved together, buried them, and sang to remember them. The pain was acute, but in this, they’d thought themselves safe. They were shut in a city with excellent defenses.
They should’ve been safe.
But with Xandre, they would never be safe.
“He has his prize back,” Shanti said as she noticed clean slices on the ropes on the floor. “And he had help.”
“You think this is the inner circle?” Cayan asked as he hung his head, not shrugging off Rohnan’s hand.
Shanti knelt beside him. “No one outside this city would’ve known where we kept him. He was in here because people would think we took this room. They wouldn’t suspect he did. No. I think this was an inside job. He had help.”
Cayan leaned toward her a fraction. “None of my men, or your people, would know about that tunnel.” He straightened up as Marc ran in with wide eyes.
He saw who was on the ground and sagged. “No.”
“Our rest is over,” Cayan said. “We need to let down the drawbridges, get this city back on its feet, and find Xandre. This ends. I will not lose any more to these side battles. I want him dead.” He stalked out the door without a word, on the verge of breaking and not wanting his men to see. He had to stay strong for them. It was his burden to bear.
Shanti sat next to Daniels quietly. Rohnan lowered himself down behind her and threw an arm around her shoulders. Cayan was right. This needed to end. The more they stalled, the more people they would lose. Xandre would just get better and better. He had probably fortified a few of his cities, and he’d only lay more traps. Eventually, they would have no one left.
“It’s time to hunt,” Shanti said quietly as a tear tumbled down her cheek. “He’s somewhere, and we will find him. Keep your eye out, Rohnan. If the person who did this is in our army, his emotions will give him away. He’ll lead us right to Xandre.”
“Do we tell the Captain?”
“No. We tell no one. We let him go unchecked, right through Xandre’s back door.”
They sat for a moment, huddled together, mourning their loss. After a while Rohnan said, “I am ready for this to be over, Chulan. I am ready for my life to begin or end. I am tired of this half-life.”
“Me too, Rohnan. Me too. It won’t be long now.”
The End
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As I met his black eyes, his puzzled expression deepened. “You’re human…”
“We established that, yes. What I want to know is, if I am human, what does that make you? And why do I notice you when others usually don’t?”
His head cocked to the side. His easy balance, his lethal edge; he was like a blade resting on billowing silk. “Very few humans are able to withstand our pheromones. Fewer still to break a Kolma once it has been placed. You’ve not been trained, that’s obvious; so how is this possible when you’re definitely human? Do you possess the blood of another species?”
I could barely think past the pounding ache of my body, begging to touch him. I needed to get a grip! He was revealing some very interesting factoids I needed to jot down in my mental notebook.
His nostrils flared. “Charles was right; your arousal is a unique scent. Like a spicy, warm drink on a mid-winter’s night. It rises above other smells, entrancing the mind.”
“Umm,” charged with questions, determination, anger, and demands, I thrust forward, “Listen, what did you mean about withstanding the…pher-thing? Or breaking the other thing? How can you trap someone’s head with pleasure? Because I’m pretty sure—not positive, but pretty sure—that Jared is straight. And also, I really think we should circle back to what the hell you are, and why nobody knows that you exist? Because this whole people scattering thing is not normal, and I think an explanation is probably in order.”
He stepped closer, not hearing me, or not caring that I spoke. His eyes looked at me like I was a life-sized riddle. They delved, searching. He took another step, forcing me to retreat two steps to keep distance between our bodies. Another step back had my back to the wall.
A small smile curved his lips. “I exude pleasure, you run. I exude fear, you come calling. You want me, I can smell it. I can feel it, almost like a palpable thing. Give in to it. Yield to me.”
Oh God I wanted to. His body was mere inches from mine, his intense eyes looking down into my soul from a face out of a Renaissance painting. The power of him, the sheer strength, had strange, primal fantasies running amok through my head. My core tingled, my chest surged, and my nipples were so hard they could cut this stone wall.
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