The monkeys returned first and just by their expressions, he knew they’d struck out, too. Belen arrived next. His massive shoulders drooped and he shook his head.
After a few tense minutes, Flea joined them. His pale face held tragic news.
“No,” Kerrick whispered, meeting Flea’s gaze.
“I saw her with my own eyes, lying there...” Flea blinked back tears.
“But—”
“Her eyes were open. Even in the dim light, I knew.”
“You can’t—”
“I can, Kerrick. I’m a death magician. I know.”
“No. We’ve been wrong before. Show me.” And when Flea hesitated, he ordered, “Show me right now.”
Flea led them to a small unremarkable tent among a group of them. No guard stood at the entrance and not much activity surrounded the area. Kerrick told the others to wait in the woods. Not caring if anyone heard him, Kerrick headed straight to the tent and flung open the flaps.
Moonlight illuminated Avry’s prone form. She stared at the ceiling with dead eyes. Agony sliced through him. Flea was right.
CHAPTER 19
The expression on Kerrick’s face as he stared at me matched Flea’s. In his mind, a lifeless body combined with unseeing eyes equaled dead girl. But I was far from dead—just disconnected from my body due to the Death Lily toxin. Although thrilled that nothing had happened to him during his mission to Mom’s, I willed him closer.
Come on, Kerrick! You of all people should know better.
He stepped toward me. Too slow. Come on! My frustration built as he took his sweet time to kneel beside me. Kerrick reached to close my eyes.
The instant he touched my skin, I flowed into him. I’m not dead, I said in his mind.
He jerked back, breaking contact. I popped out, returning to an intangible cloud above my head.
Come on, figure it out. I urged. Time wasn’t a luxury.
The deep lines of grief around his eyes eased as realization sparked. Kerrick cupped my cheek. “Avry?”
Yes. Get out of here. It’s a trap!
Not without you. He scooped me into his arms and stood. My body blended in with the surroundings, matching him. But we’d lost our skin contact and I hovered again. Not good.
The tent flaps snapped, boots shuffled on the dirt and a bright lantern light flooded the room, casting our shadows onto the ground and the back wall of the tent. Kerrick turned to face the four soldiers who had entered.
“Now,” a voice ordered.
Two soldiers heaved a thick rope net over us. Kerrick staggered with the extra weight and before he could recover, the men rushed him, knocking us to the ground. The struggle lasted mere minutes. Useless and a dead weight, my body hindered Kerrick’s movements just as effectively as the net. They took his sword and then all four men sat on him, pinning him down. Just what I had hoped to avoid.
“All clear,” the same voice called.
The tent flaps parted and Wynn strode in with two more soldiers. “Let’s see who we caught in our Baby Face trap.” She peered at the net in confusion.
“They’re camouflaged,” a soldier said.
“Baby Face, have you learned a new trick?” Wynn asked, even though she knew I couldn’t answer. “No. That’s not a healing power, but a... Kerrick! You lived. Come on and show yourself.”
I waited for him to use his forest magic, imagining the place filling with vines, but nothing happened. Instead, Kerrick dropped the camouflage. Did he have a plan?
“I can’t believe it,” Wynn said, moving closer. “You survived the toxin. Are you a healer now?”
Kerrick refused to answer her.
She pulled a dart from her pocket and held it up. “This is Avry’s next dose, but I’m more than willing to try an experiment. If you’re a healer, you’ll live, if not...” Wynn shrugged.
“I’m not a healer,” Kerrick said in a strained voice.
“Then how did you live?”
“Avry sucked all the toxin out.”
“I’m not sure I believe that. Let’s try anyway.” Wynn bent down to prick Kerrick.
I screamed without sound.
“Wynn, stop,” Sepp said as he entered the tent.
“But don’t you—”
“Yes, I want him dead, but the Skeleton King wants to do the honors. Seems he caused some trouble in Mengels. I’m to freeze him until we rendezvous with our king.” Sepp’s voice sneered over those last words.
Not much love there. Interesting.
Wynn stepped away from Kerrick.
While everyone’s attention had been focused on Sepp and Wynn, Kerrick had tugged at my shirt, exposing my back. He touched my skin and we connected.
Did I hear that right? Are Sepp and Wynn working for the Skeleton King? Kerrick asked.
Yes.
That’s just great. His tone implied otherwise.
Why aren’t you using your magic? I asked.
It’s winter. Too cold.
What does—
How much longer will you be...detached?
No idea. Sorry.
No, Avry, I’m sorry for not getting back—
Hush. You came to rescue me.
Some rescue.
Sepp approached.
Love you with all my heart, Avry.
And I love you, but don’t you dare give up or I’ll be mad at you!
Who said anything about giving up? “Even with the Skeleton King’s help, you’ll never outsmart Tohon, Sepp,” Kerrick said.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I’m following orders.”
“The Skeleton King has probably already worked out a deal with Tohon. And I’m sure it involves turning you, Wynn, and Avry over to him.”
“Your scare tactics won’t work.” Sepp gestured. “Separate them. The king doesn’t want her frozen.”
The guards stood, yanked the net off Kerrick and tossed me aside. They yanked him to his feet and held him tight.
“When I give the signal, release him,” Sepp instructed the guards. “Otherwise, you’ll be frozen, too.”
And then the best sound in the world cut through the tension. Ripping fabric followed by widening gaps of moonlight. The tent filled with people and a flurry of action.
Familiar voices shouted and barked orders.
Quain, “Don’t let the bastard touch you.”
Kerrick, “Use the net!”
Loren, “I’ll take the two on the left.”
Flea, “Hold him still.”
Quain, “Finish this. Reinforcements are coming.”
And the most wonderful voice of all, Belen, “He’s mine. You take care of the short guy.”
Loren, “Watch out!”
Kerrick, “Flea, don’t—”
Wynn, “That’s quite enough.”
Everyone stopped and turned. Wynn held Flea in front of her like a shield. She held the dart filled with Death Lily toxin close to his neck. “No one moves or I’ll kill him,” Wynn said.
Did Kerrick remember the toxin couldn’t hurt Flea?
Kerrick said. “Go ahead.”
Yes! But everyone else yelled, “No!”
Kerrick recovered his weapon and tightened his grip on the hilt. Flea put his hand on Wynn’s arm.
Wynn’s brow creased. “You’re willing to sacrifice this boy?”
“I’m not a boy,” Flea said. “I’m a death magician who is about to neutralize you.” He froze her in a magical stasis.
Flea had learned how to use his power. Yay Flea!
Sepp grabbed Loren, but before he could issue an ultimatum, Kerrick shouted, “Down.”
Loren sat, sliding right from Sepp’s grasp. Kerrick swung his sword and the sharp edge of the dadao sliced right through Sepp’s neck, decapitating him. Blood splashed and then pooled on the floor.
And finally, the Death Lily toxin wore off and I slammed back into my body. All the aches and pains in my limbs sprang to life. The skin around my wrists burned as the rope bit deeper. I gr
oaned.
Belen rushed over and untied me. Then threw me over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Flea supported Kerrick and the monkeys held swords at the ready. The reason for the tension and their fighting stances stood beyond the shredded fabric of the tent. Hundreds of soldiers surrounded us.
“What’s the plan?” Quain asked.
“Attack the weakest section and create a gap,” Loren suggested.
“Surrender,” I said. “We’re outnumbered. Besides, Sepp and Wynn are gone. Wynn and Sepp’s troops won’t kill us until the Skeleton King arrives. We’ll have a couple days to escape.”
No response.
I tried again. “If we attack, we’ll be injured or killed. We’re all together and we’re all alive. Let’s stay that way for a while. Please?”
Belen chuckled. “No one is presumed dead.”
The others looked to Kerrick. He just about swayed on his feet. “She has a point. I doubt we’ll be allowed to stay together, so if you get a chance to escape, take it and find Ryne. Don’t try to free the rest of us. Otherwise, sit tight.”
Of course, no one would leave anyone behind. And their expressions said as much.
Belen lowered me to the ground. I hugged him close. “It’s so good to see you. I missed you so much!”
He squeezed me back. “Let’s hope we survive this so we can catch up.”
I laughed at his comment—let’s live so we can chat.
“Put your weapons down and come out of the tent with your hands on your head,” a male voice ordered.
“And so it begins,” Quain said, laying his sword on the ground.
I slid my shoulder under Kerrick’s arm, helping Flea.
Kerrick kissed me. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Who, me?” I batted my eyelashes at him.
He ignored me. “No giving your word to help them if they let us go. Or anything similar to that. Promise?”
Drat. He knew me so well. I didn’t answer.
“Promise or I go out there swinging my sword,” he threatened.
I huffed. “Oh, all right.”
* * *
After we were frisked for weapons and our hands manacled—mine in front, thank the Flea—the soldiers escorted us to separate tents as Kerrick had predicted. Two armed guards remained inside with me, blocking the exit. Exhausted and famished, I sprawled on the floor until a young soldier brought me a bowl of food with a spoon.
“Sorry,” he said, dipping his head. “Major Wynn wouldn’t let us feed you before.”
“That’s okay, you’re feeding me now.” I held my hands out.
He hesitated, staring at my fingers. “Uh...”
I dropped my arms. “Just put it on the ground.”
A quick smile. The soldier placed it by his feet, then shuffled back near the guards. I pounced on the bowl, shoveling the warm gritty mash into my mouth even though the short chain hampered my range of motion. The mash tasted horrible, but my stomach didn’t care.
He waited while I ate. When I slowed, I asked him about my friends.
“Oh, they’re all...cooperating.” He sounded surprised. “We fed them, too, but the one guy passed out soon after you all were captured and hasn’t woken since. Did he sustain a head injury?”
Sustain? Perhaps there was more to this kid than I’d assumed. “Well, there was that big rescue attempt.” And Kerrick had been at the very end of his strength. But I didn’t want to let him know about Kerrick’s magic.
“Rescue attempt? Are you sure you don’t mean assassination plot?”
I studied him, seeking signs of hostility or duplicity. “Sepp’s death was pure serendipity, a bright spot in an otherwise failed rescue.”
“Oh.”
“Who’s in charge now?”
“Of the battalion?”
“Yes.”
“Lieutenant Colonel Horace.”
“Until the Skeleton King arrives?”
“Yes.”
Lovely. At least Sepp was gone. That was worth...well...pretty much everything as far as I was concerned.
“When will he be here?”
“That’s classified.”
“I should check on the unconscious man, just in case,” I said.
“That would be the LC’s decision.”
When I finished eating, I placed the bowl on the ground and scooted away. The young soldier gestured to the guards. “If you give them any trouble, they have orders to put gloves on you and secure your wrists behind your back.”
Good to know. “Will they read me a bedtime story?”
“No,” the guard on the left said.
The soldier scooped up my bowl and dashed off. Probably to report back to his commanding officer.
I didn’t get my bedtime story, but a woman delivered my bedroll and blanket. Other than that, not much happened. The next day on a trip to the privies, I noticed a fair amount of activity and soldiers buzzing about the camp.
Despite searching, I didn’t spot my friends or Kerrick. I considered tricking my guards and zapping them, Instead, I decided to make my escape in the middle of the night.
Of course, I imagined Kerrick and the others had already escaped with ease. They were probably all standing around the horses wondering what was taking me so long.
Early that afternoon, four female soldiers arrived to escort me to the bathing area. I had a meeting with, I guessed, the lieutenant colonel. They provided me with a clean uniform, but made me promise not to attack them if they unlocked the cuffs so I could wash myself.
For a bath, I’d have promised almost anything. Kerrick would understand. And this wasn’t a perfect opportunity for me to bolt, so I wasn’t breaking my promise to him. After washing in a nearby stream—the cold air and water ensured I didn’t linger—and changing, my skin tingled and I reveled in being clean.
With the manacles on, my wrists hadn’t healed all the way and the still raw flesh stung from the soap.
Unfortunately, the ladies recuffed my wrists.
“Orders,” one woman said when I grunted in pain.
They led me to a big, olive-colored tent near the southern edge of the camp. Guards ringed the outside of the structure. It appeared Horace was worried about an assassin cutting through the fabric. Smart. The two soldiers on either side of the entrance pulled the flaps back as we approached.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim interior. A thick center post held up the roof. Cots lined up along the left side and a table and chairs occupied the right. A handful of men and women sat around the table with a few standing behind them.
One of my ladies pushed me farther inside.
The man at the head of the table rose and I stopped. He wore armor crafted from bones. A crown of rib bones adorned his head.
The Skeleton King.
KERRICK
The soldiers had been quick to cuff Kerrick’s wrists behind his back. They’d done the same to Flea, the monkeys, and Belen. Poppa Bear met Kerrick’s gaze, giving him a silent signal with his bushy eyebrows before being escorted away. Kerrick passed the information on to the others before they were all separated.
Belen’s eyebrows had warned them he planned to cause trouble tomorrow night. Kerrick hoped a day’s worth of rest would give him the energy to take advantage of the ruckus.
As his guards led him to a small tent, Kerrick focused on the effort needed to walk. Everything ached and fatigue dragged at his body as if he wore a blanket of chain mail around his shoulders. When they swept aside the flaps, Kerrick merely ducked inside and collapsed on the ground, not caring the men had taken positions blocking the entrance. He’d deal with them when the time came.
He slept all afternoon, rousing only for a meal, but even then he had to force the food down, hoping it would provide a bit of energy. It didn’t.
The living green called to him.
Time for quiet.
Time for rest.
Time to sleep.
Time to wait.
Memories of lying in the colorful leaves with Avry swirled. He concentrated on her. She needed him. Sepp and Wynn had been neutralized, but Tohon, Cellina, and the Skeleton King had to be stopped.
He doubled his efforts to wake up. Opening his eyes, Kerrick scanned the tent. Nothing had changed, except he’d depleted all his magic.
With nothing left, he could no longer resist the call and break free of the darkness. The living green welcomed him as he nestled in deeper. He’d wake...later.
CHAPTER 20
The Skeleton King smiled, revealing brown teeth that had been sharpened into points. The crown of bones rested on a nest of messy black and gray hair. Light green eyes studied me from a pale, gaunt face. Fear ignited in my chest. Heat flashed over my skin as sweat beaded.
“Such a fuss over you,” the Skeleton King said, moving closer. “Sepp is dead and Wynn is frozen. Such a surprise.”
A rancid odor filled the space between us. I suppressed the urge to gag. He reached for my hair with thick skeletal fingers—his hands the only part of him not protected by his bone armor. Revulsion coated my throat with bile. Stepping back, I bumped into one of my guards. She grabbed my shoulders, anchoring me in place.
The king stroked my cheek; I batted his arm away. His smile faded as he gazed behind me, tilting his head a fraction.
The guards pushed me against the big center post and yanked my arms up. In a heartbeat, they had secured the manacle’s chain to a hook above my head. I stood on tiptoe. The other officers in the tent exchanged queasy glances. Not good.
He pulled a knife with a bone handle from his belt. “This will be simple. I have questions. You have answers. Play nice and you’ll be able to walk back to your tent.”
My gaze jumped from the weapon to him. He was at least six inches taller than me. A crazed gleam lit his eyes. “And if I don’t?”
“You’ll be dinner.” The Skeleton King flashed his sharp teeth, exposing black gums.
Just when I thought no one could possibly be worse than Tohon, here stood the Skeleton King to prove me wrong.
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