War (The Four Horsemen #2) - Laura Thalassa Page 0,79

I slept with the horseman, and for what gain? It didn’t save Zara’s sister, or her brother-in-law, or her nephew.

I place a hand on the boy. I almost jolt at the warmth of his skin. I stare down at him, and I see his chest rise and fall just the slightest.

“He’s still alive,” I say, shocked.

She’s openly weeping as she shakes her head. “He’s not going to make it—how can he possibly make it?”

I glance down at where the arrow is embedded in his chest. Already, the clothing around it is coated in slick blood. It surely is a mortal wound, and yet …

Maybe there still is something to gain from this.

“There’s a chance—a small chance …”

What am I even thinking, saying these words and giving Zara hope? It’s such a doomed idea.

Zara blinks up at me, and I can tell she doesn’t believe me—that she has been disappointed too many times to believe me.

I glance around. Where would the horseman be right about now?

“War!” I shout uselessly. “War!”

“What are you doing?” my friend says, looking aghast that I’d call for the horseman.

“He can help.”

Zara stares at me like I’ve gone mad. “He’s the one responsible for this,” she snaps.

“Do you want his help or not?” I snap back.

She presses her lips together.

I stand. “I need to find him. It’s a longshot …” I say, backing away.

It’s more than a long shot, Miriam.

I don’t let the insidious thought creep any deeper than that.

“I’ll be back.” I run the way I came, feeling the futility of the situation. I’m not possibly going to find him in time. And even if I do, convincing him to help another human is even less likely. That doesn’t stop me from tearing down street after street, shouting War’s name, asking anyone I can if they’ve seen him.

I run up two blocks then hook a right, then a left, and there he is, charging down the road, his sword brandished, his body strewn with blood.

He’s not going to help.

It’s so laughably obvious. I mean, why would he?

And just when I managed the first impossible task too—finding him.

“War!” I shout.

His head whips to me. This far away, I can’t tell what expression the horseman wears, only that after a moment, he sheathes his sword behind his back and gallops towards me.

War closes the distance in less than a minute, pulling up to my side.

“Wife,” he says, grinning, his eyes a little mad. “Enjoying that gift?” He nods at my bow.

“I need your help,” I rush out.

This isn’t going to work.

His expression changes in an instant from crazed to serious. “And you shall have it.”

We’ll see about that …

He reaches out for my hand. I grasp his palm and let him pull me onto his saddle.

“What is it?” he asks, once I’m settled in front of him.

I wet my lips, turning my head half towards him. Now the tricky part.

“I’ll tell you, but first, we need to get there,” I say.

It’s a testament to War’s own belief in me that he goes along with this, letting me direct him back to the beachside building without protest.

Zara is where I left her, her nephew still cradled in her arms. Even from here I can see that she’s murmuring soft things to him.

I know the instant War sees Zara. Behind me, his body stiffens.

The horseman pulls back on Deimos. “What is this?” he demands. All gentleness has drained from his voice.

I turn to him in the saddle and place a hand on his cheek. “Please,” I say.

Beneath my touch I feel a muscle in his jaw jump.

For a moment, the two of us simply stare at one another. I’m hoping against hope that he feels enough for me to help. But I’m not positive he does.

Before he responds one way or another, I hop off his steed and head back to Zara’s side.

War is slower to join us, though to give him credit, he does dismount his horse and follow me. I wasn’t sure he would.

“You pull me from battle to save one of them?” he says behind me. “Is that what this is?” His voice is rising with his anger.

I crouch next to Zara. She’s shaking, either from fear or grief or both. Her nephew has gone even paler, though his eyes flutter a little.

“If you don’t do anything, he will die.”

“Have you gone mad, wife?” he all but bellows. “That is the exact point! And you tear me from battle for this?” His eyes are inflamed with his