LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

the first-aid kit from Kiki’s saddle. Once they cleared the house, Valek removed her ruined cloak and she sank to the ground. He cut away part of her shirt to expose the worst injury. It looked deep, and he worried it might have pierced her stomach. At least it wasn’t close enough to endanger the baby, if she was in fact pregnant.

      Yelena inspected the damage. “It shouldn’t bleed out when it’s removed, but the wound will need to be sealed.”

      Good thing the first-aid kit contained a jar of Rand’s glue. The Commander’s late chef had invented an edible adhesive for his cakes that also worked on skin.

      “Let’s take care of these others first,” Valek said. “Do you want me to pour the medicinal Curare on your back?” Yelena’s father had supplied them with a watered-down version of the drug for this contingency.

      “Save it for when you seal the serious wounds.”

      Being the only one without cuts on her hands, Onora used a pair of tweezers to remove the slivers from Yelena’s back and the back of her head. Onora peeled off Yelena’s tunic as she worked. Janco hovered, getting in the way.

      “Do a sweep of the area. Make sure no one is around,” Valek ordered him. “If it’s secure, we’ll camp here for the night.”

      “Yes, sir.” Janco dashed off.

      “Thanks,” Onora said. She continued, creating a pile of bloody pieces next to her. “It could have been worse. The cloak’s fabric stopped a bunch.” Onora continued to pluck glass from Yelena’s skin and then her hair.

      Valek hated seeing Yelena hurt. A helpless frustration boiled up his throat, and the desire to murder the person who’d harmed her pulsed with every heartbeat. If she reclaimed her magic, he’d never take her healing powers for granted again.

      “Valek, attend to your wounds,” Onora said, shooing him away. “You can’t help me with bloody fingers.”

      He stifled a protest—she had a point. And now that she had mentioned them, pain flared to life. Multiple stings peppered his body and blood stained his clothes. Valek pulled glass from his skin, then washed his hands and wrapped a bandage around his right palm, which had sustained the largest gash. He’d save the glue for Yelena.

      When Onora finished, he knelt next to his heart mate and met her gaze. “Ready?”

      She nodded.

      He grasped the triangular shard and yanked it out in one quick motion. She gasped. Blood poured from the wound. Pressing a bandage on it, Valek stanched the flow as she lay on her uninjured side. When the surge eased, he rubbed Curare around and in the injury, then inspected it. It wasn’t as deep as he feared. Relieved, he used Rand’s glue and sealed the gash before tending to the others.

      In the time it took for Janco to return and build a campfire, Yelena’s cuts had been cleaned and wrapped in bandages, and she’d changed into fresh clothes. Despite her protests, Valek tucked her into her bedroll, insisting she rest. The sun balanced on the crest of the hill and darkness would soon fill the valley.

      Janco boiled water for one of Leif’s healing teas. “I knew those brothers were up to no good. They must have doubled back after they left us.”

      “Did you see them?” Valek asked.

      “No, they were gone by the time I did my sweep. The crossbow must have been hidden somewhere nearby.”

      “Crossbow?” Onora asked Janco.

      “Of course a crossbow. How else could they have shattered the glass from a distance? It had to be a bolt.”

      It made sense, but Valek had felt a brush of magic right before the walls exploded. “I think it was magic.”

      “But I thought you checked,” Janco said.

      “I did.” He’d not only circled the building, but touched the glass walls to ensure no magical alarms had been installed.

      “It was a booby trap,” Yelena said, pushing up to her elbow.

      “Then what set it off?” Janco asked.

      She gazed at the fire as if in thought. “There was a piece of parchment on the ground. As soon as I picked it up, the glass started cracking. It must have triggered the trap.”

      “A magical booby trap?” Janco cursed. “Oh, that’s just wonderful. The more I learn about magic, the more I hate it.”

      Valek considered. “Was there a message on the paper?”

      “I didn’t have time to look,” Yelena said. “It’s probably still there.”

      Janco sprang to his feet. “I’ll get it.” He crunched through the debris. Cracks and pops marked his noisy passage. After a few minutes, he returned with the folded note and a murderous expression on his face.

      Janco handed it to Valek. “Read it.”

      Valek unfolded the parchment. One word had been written in black ink.

      “Gotcha.”

      Fury burned in his chest. Owen would pay for this little stunt the next time Valek encountered him. And he wouldn’t allow Owen to catch him in a null shield. Oh no. Valek had no intention of letting the magician know he was in mortal danger. Not even with a note.

      “Let me see.” Yelena held out her hand. Small cuts crisscrossed her knuckles.

      He passed it to her.

      She huffed. “Typical Owen.”

      “How do you know it was Owen?” Onora asked.

      “He’s the only one of the magicians who can set a trap like this,” Yelena explained. “Rika is limited to magical illusions, and Tyen can only move objects.”

      “What else can Owen do?” She poured hot water into a teacup and gave it to Yelena.

      Valek approved of her question. One of the lessons of being an assassin was to know everything possible about your mark.

      Yelena crinkled her nose as she sniffed the tea, either disgusted by the smell or the topic. “Owen’s quite talented. He can mentally communicate with another magician, which isn’t a big deal, but his ability to lie to another when communicating mind to mind is extremely rare.”

      “He can also lasso one of those null shields around someone pretty quick,” Janco added. “They can block magic, but not objects or people, except for—”

      “I know what they are,” Onora said, glancing at Valek.

      Valek hid his amusement. She was worried about upsetting him.

      “Owen can also mess with a person’s memories, erasing the real ones and inserting fake ones. Or he can just tear your mind apart, leaving you a mindless idiot.” Yelena rubbed her forehead, no doubt remembering Owen’s attack.

      “So that’s what happened to Janco,” Onora quipped.

      Janco tsked. “Nasty.”

      “Accurate.” She shot back.

      “You wish. I can think circles around you!”

      “I agree. Your mind spins round and round, like a gnat’s. A truly dizzying intellect.”

      Janco squawked in protest, but before he could respond, Valek said, “That’s enough.”

      Janco clamped his mouth shut, but shot Onora a venomous glare. She ignored it. This time. It was inevitable that Janco would push too far and they’d fight, which would be interesting to watch. However, for tonight, Valek didn’t want to upset Yelena.

      “Is that the extent of Owen’s magical powers?” Onora asked.

      “No,” Yelena said. “He can heat objects. I once held a knife to his throat and he made the handle so hot, I had to drop it, which means he can also start fires. And apparently set

Скачать книгу