Eternal Vows (23 page)

“But—”

He turned his back on her as he addressed the crowd. “These thieves were caught stealing a loaf of bread that’d just been dropped off by a friend from the next village. Now they must pay for their crimes. What do we do with thieves?”

“Hang ‘em!” the crowd cheered.

“Nobody steals from us. NOBODY!” a man yelled.

“We don’t have enough to feed our own children, yet they steal bread for themselves!” a woman screeched. “Kill them now! That will teach them and other would-be thieves a thing or two about greed!”

Sarah groaned inwardly. Her ability to read people was awfully off track, as she had thought the man might have something remotely gracious within him. Like the rest, his smile likely only meant he was already imagining the gruesome details of the execution about to take place before his eyes.

“My baby hasn’t eaten in two days!” someone yelled.

Sarah had to stop the madness, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. Slowly, she rose from her cowering position. Her gaze met Frank’s somewhere in the distance, but she ignored his questioning frown. Her voice came low, then increased in volume as she gathered more courage. “I’m Princess Gloria, and I demand you stop this nonsense now.” To prove her point, she lifted her hand to flash her ring.

The bearded guy bowed, deeply muttering, “Your Highness.”

The crowd fell silent and followed suit.

Now that she had their respect, she demanded, “Release these prisoners.”

“With all due respect, milady, our orders come straight from your father, who despises thievery more than anything,” the bearded guy said.

She watched in horror as he retrieved what looked like an axe from behind his cloak. Not only did she suck at reading people, but she gathered that her sixth sense and ability to pick up any dangerous undercurrents must suck too.

The man continued, “Please step aside.”

Taking a deep breath, she thought back to what Jules had said. She was an Immortal now, and immortality did come with a few perks. She had no idea how it all worked, but she had to give it a try. “I demand that you stop this execution right now!” A pang of heat burst through her head, making her wobble on her feet for a second.
Maybe the ability of influencing someone’s mind is connected to emotion
. It had surely worked when the knight had planned on executing her.
The executioner laughed, his eyes glinting with malice. “Trying your parlor tricks on me? I know how to block you out. You Immortals are really something, and you? You’re not even that strong. Stick to the weak-minded, young one.”

She smirked.
Great. Even strong-willed humans can block me out.
Irritated, she blew out a breath and walked back over to Frank and Jules. “It’s not working! We need a Plan B…pronto. You two got any more bright ideas?”

Chapter 12

Sarah stared at Jules, wide-eyed. Three members of her team had made it through the portal, but now they faced execution. She felt awful about that. Once again, it was all her fault that people she cared about were in trouble. She’d been in charge of the expedition, and she’d picked the spot where they hunted for Bigfoot. Waves of guilt surged through her, first over Liz and now over her friends, her team. If anything happened to them, she could never live with herself. She grabbed Frank’s hand, avoiding his apologetic gaze. “We can’t just let them die in this place, Frank. We have to do something—anything! Let’s go!”

“What do you suggest we—” Frank started.

Jules grabbed her shoulder, interrupting Frank. “Whoa! Where do you think you’re going? We’re in the middle of a big village crawling with knights. You take one step out there, and it will be an execution of five instead of three.”

“He’s right,” Frank whispered. “Besides, it might be a trap. They probably know we all came from the same world and that we’re friends. They might be trying to bait you out of hiding, Sarah.”

Sarah was trying to think logically, but having more people on her conscience wasn’t an option. She had done enough harm already. Shaking her head vehemently, she turned to face Frank, her eyes ablaze. “I don’t care! They are only here because they were loyal, trying to find me, and I’m not going to desert them now. I’m going, with or without you.”

“Sarah, you’re being irrational,” Jules said. “I won’t let you go.”

“And you care why?” Sarah asked. “Last time I checked, you couldn’t wait to get rid of us.”

“You scammed King Victor and dragged Mia into all your craziness. I might not like it, but I promised Mia I’d keep you safe. I’m not going to just stand by and watch you walk into death’s arms. Throughout this journey, I’ve regarded your safety as my top priority because I will not break a promise to my love.”

“Walking out there is a suicide mission,” Frank said. “Unless this Immortal nonsense can also make you invisible, we’re gonna need a disguise and a smoking-hot plan…and a couple of Uzis really would have helped.”

The priest smiled. “I may be able to help with the disguises,” he said proudly, walking over to a peeling wooden chest. He pulled out two black cotton robes, frayed where the hem had dragged over the ground. “Just wait a bit longer. In one hour, hundreds of priests will gather for prayer and to attend a short midday service. When they leave to return to their villages, you’ll blend right in with them.”

Frank nodded, brows raised. “I love it when a plan comes together,” he said with a smirk.

“The
A-Team
’s a little outdated, don’t ya think, Frank? But yeah, I think it will work,” Sarah said, slipping into a robe, tying the hood, and then adjusting the white belt cord. The coarse material hid her supple curves, giving the impression of someone much leaner and less feminine.

Frank met her gaze and winked. “Well, you’re a lot cuter than Mr. T. anyway.”

“It’s perfect for the friar in you.” She returned his smile, then turned her attention to Jules. “Are you onboard with this or not?”

He seemed confused. “I don’t understand. It is not necessary to use a boat, as we’ll be traveling on foot.”

She rolled her eyes, more at herself at forgetting the poor guy wasn’t accustomed with twenty-first century slang. “Sorry. I meant to ask if you are in agreement to help us with this. Can you guide us? We cannot find the village on our own.”

“I said
we
’ll be traveling on foot, didn’t I? And I know a shortcut.”

The mention of a shortcut made Sarah smile, in spite of the sarcastic tone in Jules’s voice. “Even better,” she said, tossing him a robe.

The priest handed Sarah a staff, a pair of glasses, and an oversized silver cross on a long leather string. “You need the best disguise possible, considering you’re their main target.” He squeezed a small bag of gold into her hand. “Take it. Your sister would want me to help you, and you may need this on your journey.”

For a moment, she struggled with the idea of taking the old man’s money. His torn clothes and the tattered condition of his church told her he needed it as much as she did; however, she knew they might not make it without his monetary support. Even though her throat constricted at the idea, she held out her hand and grabbed the sachet, then hugged him tight. “You’ve been a huge help, Father. Thank you,” she whispered, vowing to come back and repay her debt.

* * *

Sarah leaned against the giant stone pillar outside the back of the church. The beams of sunlight felt good on her face. She wondered how her sister had dealt with the drama of finding herself in a dangerous new world with no one to protect her when she came through the portal at fifteen. The sudden helplessness had to be world shattering. Not only had Liz lost all of her friends and family, but this odd world was very different from what they were used to, and one tiny mistake could’ve cost her her life. Sarah jumped as bells chimed in the distance, jolting her out of her thoughts. She straightened her back at the realization that the church service must be over, and the time had come for her to leave the sanctuary of the kind priest’s church.

Frank put up his hood and turned to face her. “It’s time.” His voice came low and grave, too grave for an easygoing man like him. It wasn’t like him to let his worries take hold of his spirits.

“Yep. Ready, Obi-Wan Kenobi?” She infused as much cheeriness into her tone as she could muster. At least one of them had to keep up the good mood before they drowned in their own pool of despair.

Smiling, he straightened up her glasses. “Let me grab my light saber, and I’m ready to go.”

“Thanks for everything, Father.” She turned to hug the old man. “And thanks for taking care of my sister when she had nobody else to look after her. That means the world to me.”

“My doors are open to anyone in need of refuge, as our heavenly Father would have it.” The priest nodded graciously, and Sarah thought she might have seen a tear in his eye. “Be careful,” the priest said. “I’ve just received word that Ethano Milers is tracking you as we speak.”

“Who is he?” Sarah asked.

“He’s a very powerful Immortal from the Kardashian Court. I don’t understand why they would send somebody so high up to personally bring you in for trial. Usually, they just send in an experienced and skilled tracker. My prayers will go with you, child.”

Sarah shook her head. She officially had her third enemy. “They must really want me.” She gave the priest one last hug, and this time, there was a tear in her own eye.

Jules led the way through the lush green grass to the front of the huge stone church. They blended in with all the other priests in monk’s robes, exiting through the two giant oak doors.

Sarah’s mouth dropped. Reality came crashing down at the sight of hundreds of knights on horses, all there with one mission: to behead her. Shudders rocked her body. She couldn’t give in to her fear, though—not when her life and the lives of so many others depended on her. She forced herself forward, gazing only at the ground, trying to gain her composure. She hoped that if she didn’t look, her heart would stop beating so fast, but the closer she inched, the more her hands started to sweat. Her nerves felt like they were fraying like the bottom of her borrowed robe with every step she took.

The knights swarmed the place, waiting for the moment she’d come out of hiding, as if they were cats and she the mouse.

Taking a deep breath, she started limping as she clung to the staff, hoping it might throw them off her trail. Her heart pounded as she swerved between two knights on black horses. A horse neighed, and Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin. She wasn’t sure if her nerves could take another moment of it. She took a deep breath and focused on seeing her sister’s face again.

“Sorry about that, Father,” a knight to her right said.

She nodded and tried to understand his logic. He was sorry his horse had scared a priest, but he seemingly had no qualms about killing an unarmed woman for no apparent reason other than identity theft.
What kind of place is this? Is that their idea of justice? She
hobbled along, and in no time, they came to the edge of the city where knights guarded the perimeter.

“Halt!” a knight ordered.

She peered up past the black horse to the red tunic covering the guy’s chainmail.

“Let us pass so we can get more bread from the next village,” Jules said. “No one told us about the extra guests.”

“You intend to feed our troops?”

“Indeed,” Frank said. “We just need a few supplies—some wine, bread, and potato chips.”

Potato chips?
Sarah nudged him. It was no time for making jokes.

“Splendid, Father.” The knight lifted his visor, his brown eyes shining at the thought of filling his stomach with a free meal and then plundering the village.

“What is your answer then?” Jules prompted impatiently.

Sarah kept her head down and bit her lip, waiting for the soldier’s answer, her heart pounding heart.

The knight motioned his colleagues to clear a path. “Let them pass to go for provisions!”

The others obediently took a few steps back.

Sarah let out a tiny sigh of relief and walked into the forest, taking swift but measured footsteps so she wouldn’t look conspicuous. Either the disguise or the kind priest’s prayers had worked—or maybe a little of both.

An animal snort, along with the sound of thundering hooves echoed behind them. She spun around to see a group of knights approaching, and her hands began to tremble. She frowned.

The knight’s hand moved to the hilt of his sword as he inched closer. “Wait, you.” His hard gaze focused on Sarah. “Hello, Father.”

She swallowed hard, words frozen in her throat. Sweat gathered across her brows, and her pulse started to race again. Their plan was falling apart, she knew it, yet she wasn’t about to go down without a fight, dressed like a clergyman or not.

“I’m sorry,” Frank chimed in. “He’s a mute. I can translate for him if you’d like. I know the language of hand signs.”

The knight didn’t tear his gaze off Sarah. “Ask him why he’s wearing pearl earrings in his ears. Is he blind as well as dumb?”