Night Study
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“But I didn’t meet all the requirements for being a Master Magician. No, it just confirmed what I’d suspected, that I was a Soulfinder and my job was to find lost souls and guide them to either the sky or the fire world, depending on their deeds while alive.”
Janco thumped his chest. “I’m sure I’m destined for the fire world. At least I’ll be in good company.” He gave Onora and Valek a pointed look.
Yelena frowned. “It’s not something to joke about, Janco. It’s a terrible place full of pain, despair and utter misery. And you’re not destined for it.”
“Why not? I’ve lied, cheated, stolen things. I’ve killed people.”
“You have also saved people, sacrificed yourself and are helping to keep the peace by stopping the truly evil people from taking over. It’s not so much your actions, but your intentions and your choices.” Yelena met Valek’s gaze. “And it’s a matter of balance. Even if you did terrible things, all the good you do will eventually outweigh it, tipping you toward the sky.”
A lovely sentiment, but Valek needed a few decades of good deeds to balance out his years as an assassin for hire. He’d killed to learn how to be a better killer. All in order to assassinate the King of Ixia. Granted, the King had been corrupt and evil, but those others had just been marks to him. Except for the men who had murdered his brothers in the King’s name. They deserved to die.
Janco’s brow creased in thought—a rare expression for him. “Does this mean I have to be nice to Little Miss Assassin?”
“Yes, because I’m no longer a Soulfinder, so I can’t rescue you from the fire world.”
Now Janco blinked at Yelena. All humor dropped from his face and he pressed a hand to his heart. “You would have rescued me?” he asked in awe.
“Of course, you idiot! I wouldn’t let you suffer.”
Despite being called an idiot, he grinned. Or was that in spite of? Hard to tell with Janco.
Onora shook her head. “Now you’ve done it,” she muttered.
To forestall Janco’s obnoxiousness, Valek changed the subject. “Onora, you have first watch. Janco, take the second shift, and I’ll go last.”
“That means I have the third shift,” Yelena said in a tone that warned of a major battle if he disagreed.
“All right. In the morning we’ll stop at the closest town and send Leif a message, informing him of the booby trap.”
“Do you think Owen had time to rig all the houses?” Janco asked Valek.
“He has a six-day head start. And he knows we’ll be searching for them. Plus the Curare is too valuable to leave behind, so I’d expect him to gather as much as he can. He’ll need money to finance his next endeavor.”
Owen had claimed to have discovered something big enough to make the Commander forgive him for his betrayal. It could have been a boast, but Valek doubted it.
“What about the dead body?” Janco jerked a thumb toward the barn.
“We’ll inform the local authorities in the morning and let them handle it.”
“Does anyone else think it...odd that Owen murdered the gardener?” Yelena asked.
“No,” Valek answered. “The gardener probably had information about the operation. It was smart to silence him.”
“Yes, but...” She played with the string on her tea bag.
“Owen murdered his brother and the others,” Janco said.
“We still don’t know for certain who killed them, but assuming it was him, he hired an assassin. Big difference.” Yelena gazed at the liquid in her cup. “And I’m still not convinced it was him. In all my dealings with Owen, he never acted like a killer. Think about it. He went out of his way to scare me off by pretending to kidnap Reema back in Fulgor. Even when he captured us, his solution was to erase our memories. Why not just slit our throats and bury us?”
“Because if he killed you, Valek would hunt him down and tear him apart,” Janco said.
True. Valek’s fingers itched to grasp a blade just thinking about anyone harming his heart mate. But what Yelena said also had merit. Did she suspect Onora had assassinated the trio? “If Owen didn’t do it, then who did?” he asked her.
“It’s just a theory, and you’re not going to like it.”
With that one comment, he knew. And she was right. He didn’t like it, but he had wondered the same thing. “The Commander.”
Yelena met his gaze. “Owen is proof that the Commander lied to the Sitian Council about executing the magician four years ago. He’d want to erase all the evidence that connects them, including all Owen’s coconspirators.”
Janco added another log to the fire. “But the Sitians know Owen’s alive and producing Curare for the Commander.”
“There’s no proof the Commander has Curare and, as long as Owen isn’t captured, it’s only our word that he’s still alive.”
“That should be good enough.” Janco puffed out his chest.
“The Commander can say we must have mistaken Ben for his brother. He can order you, Valek and Onora to keep quiet. In the political world and without any hard evidence, the Council can’t do anything.”
Interesting theory. “Are you saying the Commander hired another assassin to kill Ben and the others?” he asked Yelena, wondering if she suspected Onora of assassinating them. Not that she’d suggest it in front of the girl; nor did she glance in Onora’s direction.
Janco thumped his chest. “I’m sure I’m destined for the fire world. At least I’ll be in good company.” He gave Onora and Valek a pointed look.
Yelena frowned. “It’s not something to joke about, Janco. It’s a terrible place full of pain, despair and utter misery. And you’re not destined for it.”
“Why not? I’ve lied, cheated, stolen things. I’ve killed people.”
“You have also saved people, sacrificed yourself and are helping to keep the peace by stopping the truly evil people from taking over. It’s not so much your actions, but your intentions and your choices.” Yelena met Valek’s gaze. “And it’s a matter of balance. Even if you did terrible things, all the good you do will eventually outweigh it, tipping you toward the sky.”
A lovely sentiment, but Valek needed a few decades of good deeds to balance out his years as an assassin for hire. He’d killed to learn how to be a better killer. All in order to assassinate the King of Ixia. Granted, the King had been corrupt and evil, but those others had just been marks to him. Except for the men who had murdered his brothers in the King’s name. They deserved to die.
Janco’s brow creased in thought—a rare expression for him. “Does this mean I have to be nice to Little Miss Assassin?”
“Yes, because I’m no longer a Soulfinder, so I can’t rescue you from the fire world.”
Now Janco blinked at Yelena. All humor dropped from his face and he pressed a hand to his heart. “You would have rescued me?” he asked in awe.
“Of course, you idiot! I wouldn’t let you suffer.”
Despite being called an idiot, he grinned. Or was that in spite of? Hard to tell with Janco.
Onora shook her head. “Now you’ve done it,” she muttered.
To forestall Janco’s obnoxiousness, Valek changed the subject. “Onora, you have first watch. Janco, take the second shift, and I’ll go last.”
“That means I have the third shift,” Yelena said in a tone that warned of a major battle if he disagreed.
“All right. In the morning we’ll stop at the closest town and send Leif a message, informing him of the booby trap.”
“Do you think Owen had time to rig all the houses?” Janco asked Valek.
“He has a six-day head start. And he knows we’ll be searching for them. Plus the Curare is too valuable to leave behind, so I’d expect him to gather as much as he can. He’ll need money to finance his next endeavor.”
Owen had claimed to have discovered something big enough to make the Commander forgive him for his betrayal. It could have been a boast, but Valek doubted it.
“What about the dead body?” Janco jerked a thumb toward the barn.
“We’ll inform the local authorities in the morning and let them handle it.”
“Does anyone else think it...odd that Owen murdered the gardener?” Yelena asked.
“No,” Valek answered. “The gardener probably had information about the operation. It was smart to silence him.”
“Yes, but...” She played with the string on her tea bag.
“Owen murdered his brother and the others,” Janco said.
“We still don’t know for certain who killed them, but assuming it was him, he hired an assassin. Big difference.” Yelena gazed at the liquid in her cup. “And I’m still not convinced it was him. In all my dealings with Owen, he never acted like a killer. Think about it. He went out of his way to scare me off by pretending to kidnap Reema back in Fulgor. Even when he captured us, his solution was to erase our memories. Why not just slit our throats and bury us?”
“Because if he killed you, Valek would hunt him down and tear him apart,” Janco said.
True. Valek’s fingers itched to grasp a blade just thinking about anyone harming his heart mate. But what Yelena said also had merit. Did she suspect Onora had assassinated the trio? “If Owen didn’t do it, then who did?” he asked her.
“It’s just a theory, and you’re not going to like it.”
With that one comment, he knew. And she was right. He didn’t like it, but he had wondered the same thing. “The Commander.”
Yelena met his gaze. “Owen is proof that the Commander lied to the Sitian Council about executing the magician four years ago. He’d want to erase all the evidence that connects them, including all Owen’s coconspirators.”
Janco added another log to the fire. “But the Sitians know Owen’s alive and producing Curare for the Commander.”
“There’s no proof the Commander has Curare and, as long as Owen isn’t captured, it’s only our word that he’s still alive.”
“That should be good enough.” Janco puffed out his chest.
“The Commander can say we must have mistaken Ben for his brother. He can order you, Valek and Onora to keep quiet. In the political world and without any hard evidence, the Council can’t do anything.”
Interesting theory. “Are you saying the Commander hired another assassin to kill Ben and the others?” he asked Yelena, wondering if she suspected Onora of assassinating them. Not that she’d suggest it in front of the girl; nor did she glance in Onora’s direction.
