Touch of Power (14 page)

Ryne’s reasons had sounded like bullshit to me. Ryne wanted his father’s throne, not natural order. Tara had said he’d been nasty, rude and had his guards escort her from the castle even though it was late at night. He hadn’t allowed her to talk to his mother, either.

It was pointless to share this story with Belen. He’d been countering all my objections about Ryne, explaining away all his bad behavior. I wondered if he knew about Ryne’s dislike of healers even before the plague. But, if I thought about it, it wasn’t up to Belen or the others to change my mind about Ryne. That was Ryne’s job. Too bad he couldn’t speak for himself.

My thoughts blurred until sleep took over. Images of Noelle at various ages haunted my dreams. I tried to reach her, but giant flowers kept blocking my path. She yelled for me to save her. Shoving petals out of the way, I muscled closer to her. When I was about to grab her, vines circled my wrists, stopping me. I struggled but they tightened, pulling me back. The vines grew from Kerrick’s arms and twisted around me until I couldn’t move.

My dreamworld melded with reality when I woke.

Kerrick knelt next to me, holding my flailing wrists. “Easy. It’s just a dream.”

I stopped fighting.

He let go and sat back on his heels. “Nightmare?”

“Something like that,” I mumbled, still half-asleep.

“Is your sister’s name Noelle?”

“Yes, why?”

“You were yelling her name.”

“Oh.” What else could I say to that?

“Who is Allyn?”

“My younger brother. Did I shout his name, too?”

“Not tonight, but sometimes you mutter his name when you’re sleeping.”

Wonderful, I thought sourly.

“Did he survive the plague?” Kerrick asked.

“I don’t know. He disappeared with my sister and mother.”

“Do you have any other siblings?”

I caught on. “If you think you can use my family as a way to get me to agree to heal Ryne, it won’t work. I’ve been on the run for three years, and during that entire time I hadn’t discovered a single clue to where my family might be. Learning that my sister might be alive and in some training camp is astounding. But even that didn’t work for you, so I’d suggest you find another way.”

“You really have a low opinion of me, don’t you?”

“No one else has backhanded me, starved me, manacled me to a tree and let me freeze each night. Therefore, I don’t have anyone else to compare you to.”

“And what about the rescues from jail, the mercs and the lessons?”

“All for Prince Ryne. Not me. You made that perfectly clear. Ryne is your priority.”

“Fair enough. Consider this. It’s obvious you care for Noelle. What if she was sick, and I was the only one who could save her life? And you knew if she lived, she would do great things for thousands of people. What would you do after I refused to cure her because I heard she punched her brother?”

Hitting a sibling wasn’t quite the same. “I wouldn’t resort to violence or intimidation. But I understand your point and, yes, I would put every effort into changing your mind about Noelle. I don’t object to the stories, the lessons or being a prisoner—not like my life before was any better. What I don’t like is being treated as a means to an end. That what I think or feel doesn’t matter at all as long as I agree with you. That might work for your gentlemen who choose to be here, but it won’t for me.”

Kerrick gaze grew distant, and I wondered if he would finally understand. Which would complicate my life since his bully tactics only strengthened my resolve not to heal Ryne. But, as usual, he didn’t give me any indication that I had gotten through to him.

“Belen was whittling knives from branches tonight. He has a busy day planned for you tomorrow. Go back to sleep, Avry,” Kerrick said.

Shock rolled through me. Kerrick had said my name, and I suspected things between us would change. But would it be in a good way or bad?

Even warned, I didn’t think Belen would work me quite so hard. He had me repeat the knife throwing with both stationary and moving targets until he was satisfied. Then he drew smaller circles and asked me to aim for them. Once I managed to hit the smaller targets, we started with basic knife defense, using the wooden knives he had carved.

Bruised, sore and tired, I had no trouble falling into a deep sleep that night. No nightmares disturbed my rest, but Kerrick shook me awake, anyway. I blinked at him in confusion.

“Come on,” he said.

“Why? Did they discover our hiding spot?”

“No. But we need to leave now if we’re going to make it back by daylight.”

“Leave for where?” My thoughts felt as if they’d been dipped in honey.

“To visit your sister.”

Chapter 12

I snapped awake. Did Kerrick just say…? “Visit my sister?” I repeated.

“Yes.”

“And what do I have to promise you in exchange?”

“Nothing.”

I stared at him, seeking the real truth. But he returned my gaze with a rare open expression. Belen stood behind him with a wide smile on his face. Interesting. Not one to waste a golden opportunity, I threw back my covers, yanked on my boots and wrapped my cloak around my shoulders.

“You’re in charge until we get back,” Kerrick said to Belen.

“And if you don’t arrive by morning?”

“Come find Avry at the training camp. Don’t worry about me.”

“Yeah, right.”

Kerrick muttered under his breath.

I gave Belen a quick hug. “Thanks,” I whispered in his ear.

He tried to act innocent. “For what?”

“Belen, promise me you won’t
ever
play poker.”

“Too late. The monkeys cleaned me out months ago.”

“Oh, Belen.”

“It’s only money, Avry. Get moving or Kerrick’ll leave without you.” He waved me off.

Now it was my turn to mutter as I followed Kerrick from the cave and into the dark forest. No moon hung in the cloudless night sky.

Kerrick turned to me. “Do you want to…?” He held his hand out. “We can move faster if…”

I blinked a few times. Kerrick being shy? Normally, he would just grab my wrist and drag me along. Nice Kerrick was scarier than Mean Kerrick.

In answer to his unfinished question, I laced my cold fingers in his warm ones. Magic buzzed up my arm and the objects in the forest became clear as if the sun had just risen.

He set a quick pace. For the first time, keeping up was easy. Through his magic, I sensed we were alone in this part of the woods, and I had a number of questions. “How do you know she’s my sister?”

“I’ve been watching the camp.” He glanced at me. “She resembles you, and she fights with a familiar tenacity. I’ve seen her take on bigger opponents and win. If she isn’t your sister, then I’ll relinquish command to Flea.”

Hope mixed with pride. A dangerous combination, but I couldn’t suppress those feelings anymore. “How am I going to talk to her?”

“The security around the barracks is lax. I’ve gotten inside without trouble, encountering no one. It’s an old facility that used to house thousands of soldiers so all the recruits have their own rooms.”

He’d been busy. I considered. Being able to talk to her would be unbelievable, but what if she was unhappy? How could I leave her there? “What if she wants to come with us?” I braced for his answer.

“Then we’ll come back for her.”

I skidded to a halt. “What’s going on?” I demanded. “I told you before, I won’t promise—”

“I know. Despite what you think, I wouldn’t be that cruel.” He drew in a deep breath. “My behavior has been…inexcusable. This is a way I can show you that you’re more than a means to an end.”

Even though I remained suspicious, I couldn’t refuse his help. “You’ll let her travel with us?”

“No.” He held up a hand to stop my protest. “It’s too dangerous for her. Hell, it’s too dangerous for us. I thought we’d leave her with Mom.”

He’d thought this through! Going back to Mom’s would add weeks onto our journey. I should be terrified about how he might use this act of kindness in my future, but Noelle’s safety was all that mattered.

“What should I tell her, then?” I asked.

“To pack a bag and hide it. When we leave this area, we’ll come for her. Warn her, it’ll be in the middle of the night again, and it may be a couple weeks before we can leave.”

We continued to the training camp, slowing as we drew closer. As Kerrick had said, only a few security guards patrolled the dilapidated wooden fence. When two of them disappeared around a corner, we climbed through a gap between boards. Just inside the fence, a ring of torches burned, creating pools of light. We sprinted into the shadows hugging the barracks. Sliding along the wall, we reached one of the side doors.

Kerrick used his lock picks and popped the lock. He slipped inside and I followed, closing the door behind us. He headed straight to a door halfway down the corridor. I didn’t bother to ask how he knew where Noelle’s room was located.

“I’ll wait here,” he whispered. “Don’t be long.”

Suddenly nervous, I turned the knob, entering the room. Kerrick shut the door. A single bed, night table and desk decorated the small space. A weak yellow glow shone through the window, illuminating black hair spilled over the pillow. Stepping closer, I worried. What if she wasn’t Noelle? What if the girl screamed? Not wanting to scare her, I stopped about two feet away.

“Noelle,” I whispered.

“Hmm?”

Some things never changed. We had shared a room, and I used to wake her up in the middle of the night to discuss a matter that, at the time, seemed so important it couldn’t wait for morning. I sank to my knees at the familiar response.

“Noelle,” I said a little louder.

She jerked up with a yelp.

“It’s okay. It’s me.”

“Me who?”

“Avry.”

Shock replaced fear as she met my gaze. “You’re alive?”

A silly question, but considering the circumstances… “Yes. I’ve been searching for my little shadow for years.”

She lunged. For a split second, I thought she meant to attack me, but she wrapped me in her arms and squeezed so hard, I feared for my ribs. Noelle buried her face in my neck. I held her, drinking in her scent as a flood of emotions overwhelmed me.

Aware of Kerrick waiting outside, I reluctantly pulled her away. Her eyes glittered, but, unlike me, she hadn’t cried.

“How did you—?” she started.

I cut her off. “What happened to Mom and Allyn?”

She stiffened as her gaze turned icy. “Dead.”

I jerked as if she had punched me. Suspecting they were dead felt far better than the truth. The confirmation cut through me, rendering me unable to draw a breath.

“Why didn’t you come home?” Noelle demanded.

In that moment she no longer resembled my little shadow, but acted like a stranger.

I gazed at her in confusion. “I did come home, but you were gone.”

“Why did you wait so long? I sent you a dozen letters as soon as they got sick, begging you to come home.”

“Letters?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t get them. I described their symptoms in detail. You knew they had the plague before we did. I can’t believe you’d listen to the Guild. Nothing’s more important than your family.”

It took a long moment, but I realized Tara must have hidden or destroyed Noelle’s letters. She knew I would run home to help my family despite the Guild’s directive about the plague.

“Noelle, I don’t have time to explain right now. But give me the chance.” Talking fast, I outlined our plan to rescue her, giving her a brief summary of Kerrick and his men.

“Prince Kerrick of Alga?” she asked.

“He’s no prince. Believe me.” I took her hands in mine. “Please come with us. We’ll have lots of time together and I can tell you everything.”

“Of course I’ll come. I hate it here.”

I hugged her as relief melted my heart. “I missed you so much.”

The door opened. Noelle pulled away as Kerrick poked his head in.

“We need to go,” he said, then ducked back out.

I relayed his instructions to her. “It could be a couple weeks, but I promise we’ll be back for you.”

She nodded. “I’ll be ready.”

We returned to the cave an hour before dawn. The guys had waited up for us. To me, everything had changed even though nothing had changed. Lying in their bedrolls around the fire, Loren and Quain still argued, Flea greeted me with his lopsided grin and Belen was still Poppa Bear, smiling as he followed us in. He had been on watch.

Flea sat up. “Was it her?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Knew it! And
you
didn’t believe me.”

“It just seemed too big a coincidence. It could have been a trap.”

“Why can’t a coincidence be a good thing?”

“I think there’s a law against it in Ryazan,” Quain quipped.

“I’m all for avoiding Ryazan,” Kerrick said.

“Don’t want to run into Xane’s skeleton crew again?” Belen asked.

“Do you?”

“Not without another hundred armed men by my side. Those people…”

“Are sick bastards,” Quain said.

“How so?” I asked.

“For one, they use the bones of the dead as weapons, armor, tents and two—”

“That’s enough, Quain,” Loren said, then asked me, “Did you find out about the rest of your family?”

Quain swatted him. “Nice segue, Loren. You basically implied Avry’s family is crazy.”

“Only you would make that connection, bonehead. I was trying to change the subject. Unless you want to reminisce about the time Xane’s men almost skinned you alive?”

“No,” Quain, Flea and Belen all said together.

“Any more good news?” Flea asked me.

Grief welled as I shook my head. “More victims of the plague.” This they all understood. “Noelle is all I have left.”

“Sorry to hear that, Avry,” Belen said. “I’ve lost a sister and my mother. My younger sister and father survived.”

“Parents and sister gone. One brother and a great-aunt left,” Kerrick said.

“My wife and…” Loren closed his eyes. “And the baby she was carrying died with her.”

I bit my lip, losing his child seemed extra cruel. This listing of the dead and the living was inevitable whenever survivors become comfortable with one another. I was touched they shared their lists with me.

“It was just me and my dad,” Quain said into the silence. “He lasted a couple years, then the plague got him in the end.”

Flea stared at us. “I can’t decide what’s worse. Losing family members or not having a family to lose.”

“Not having a family to lose,” I said. “It’s heartbreaking, but better to have some time together than none at all.”

“And they live on in your memories,” Belen said.

Flea hunched down. “I don’t have any memories.”

“Sure you do,” Belen said.

Confused, Flea glanced at us.

“Like when you kicked Belen in the shins,” I said.

“And when we rescued Avry,” Belen said.

“Oh.” Flea brightened.

Kerrick suggested everyone get a few hours of sleep.

“I’ll stand guard,” Belen offered.

“Have you been on duty all night?” Kerrick asked.

His sheepish expression answered for him.

Kerrick sighed. “Belen, being in charge doesn’t mean you stand guard all night.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Loren flung back his blankets. “I’ll take the next shift. I had a few hours earlier.”

I slid into my bedroll as exhaustion caught up to me. Fresh grief for my mother’s and brother’s deaths played tug-of-war with joy over finding my little shadow alive. My heart felt torn in two. Eventually, I didn’t have the energy to stay awake any longer.

A couple days after we’d visited Noelle, Kerrick announced his plans to travel north to find out if Estrid’s ambush had returned from the pass. “The bulk of her army is camped outside Zabin. The group from the pass would most likely travel down the border road between Pomyt and Vyg to meet up with them. Since we’ve already lost so much time, I don’t want to waste more guessing if they’ve left.” He looked at me.

I wouldn’t feel guilty about the delays. No reason for me to hurry to Ryne’s bedside only to refuse to heal him. I dreaded Kerrick’s reaction when that happened.

“If I don’t return in ten days, leave this location immediately,” Kerrick said to Belen. “Find a hiding spot and hunker down until spring, then take Avry across the Nine Mountains.”

“You shouldn’t go alone,” Belen said.

“I can move faster on my own. Don’t worry, Belen, I won’t get too close.” He glanced at me again before he left, and I wondered how far his forest magic stretched.

Belen kept me busy during the next nine days, teaching me how to fight with a knife, defend against a knife and practicing all that I learned. I worked with Flea at night, showing him how to juggle four objects.

“Two in one hand, throw and catch them with the same hand.” I demonstrated the motion. “When you master that for each hand, you put it together so it looks like the stones are going back and forth between hands, but you’re really just throwing the same two rocks with the same hand.”

Flea hefted the stones. “This is just going to get more and more complicated, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“Just like you,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“It was supposed to be simple. Find you, take you to Prince Ryne and it’s done. But it’s all complicated now. And what if Kerrick doesn’t come back?”