Touch of Power
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I counted ten sleeping bodies around the dying fire. No horses. But one guard slumped against a tree trunk with his mouth hanging open—also asleep. Would they set two guards? I searched the surrounding woods, seeking movement. Nothing.
Satisfied, I backed away and bumped into someone. I froze as the edge of a sword touched my neck.
“Gotcha.”
Chapter 5
“Turn around slow,” the sword’s owner ordered me.
I obeyed. Perhaps he didn’t know who I was. Yeah, right. And perhaps this was all a dream and I would wake up in my house, surrounded by my family.
By the exultant smirk and greedy glint in his dark brown eyes, I had only the possibility that they wouldn’t kill me outright.
“Put your hands where I can see them,” he said. His sword still rested on my neck.
I held my hands out.
“Wake up!” he yelled. The shout roused the sleeping men in the clearing. “Today’s our lucky day!”
Voices and loud calls cut through the forest. Not good. As the sounds drew nearer, I stepped back in panic.
“Relax, sweetheart. The bounty for you is double if we bring you in alive.”
That stopped me. “Forty golds? Why?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. As long as Tohon pays us in full.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“There are other interested parties. I’m sure—”
Hands wrapped around the mercenary’s head and yanked. The sword’s blade nicked me as a loud snap vibrated through the air. The man fell, revealing Kerrick. A scarier sight by far.
Kerrick lunged toward me. Knocking me to the ground, we rolled through the underbrush with ease. But this time, I was aware enough to realize we shouldn’t be able to do that. When we stopped, Kerrick was once again on top, but this time he pressed his hand over my mouth.
After my head cleared from the spinning, I noticed Kerrick’s skin and clothes matched the colors of the forest floor. Exactly. Even his hair. Magic tingled inside me as he drew it from the earth, using it to camouflage us. Kerrick must be an earth magician. Which explained so much—like how we avoided all the Lilys.
We lay there for what seemed like ages. Men’s boots pounded past us. Voices called and anger over the dead mercenary rippled through the forest. My senses expanded and I felt a connection with the living essence of the forest.
To the forest, the men were invaders, a blight on a healthy organism. It knew where each irritant was located. When the men moved farther away, Kerrick yanked me to my feet. He used the forest’s aversion to keep track of the mercs and escape the area without being seen, dragging me with him.
When we were far enough away, he broke the magical connection with me. I staggered with the shock of being cut off from the soothing green. He let me fall.
I regained my feet with the intention of running away, but Kerrick grabbed my wrist. By this time, his skin and hair had returned to normal.
I said, “Thanks for the help, but you’re not going to change my mind about Prince Ryne.”
“You’d rather be handed over to Tohon of Sogra?” he asked as if I lost my senses.
“No. I’d rather be left alone.”
“Not going to happen.” He tugged me along behind him like a disobedient child.
Digging in my heels would be useless so I gathered magic and sent a blast of pain into his hand on my wrist.
Instead of dropping my arm like a normal person would, he squeezed harder and pulled me toward him. More skin contact meant more pain for him. What the hell was he doing? I increased the intensity. He dropped to his knees, but kept his hold on me.
Damn it. I focused all my strength and directed it at him. He pitched over to his side, bringing me with him. Kerrick’s muscles convulsed with the pain, but he still wouldn’t let go.
I stopped when I had exhausted my energy. We lay locked together, panting as if we both had run for miles.
“Is that all you have?” His voice rasped. “Because you’re not going to get another chance.”
I ignored his comment. “Your earth magic must have protected you or else you’d be unconscious and drooling right now.” Except I suspected that wasn’t quite true.
“I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”
Unfortunately, I did. “You can’t force me to heal him.”
“True. However, I can make you so miserable that you’ll be happy to heal him in order to get away from me.”
Fear swirled in my heart. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. Yet—”
“I did.” He stared at me a moment. “I’m sorry I hit you. I lost my temper. It won’t happen again.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Do you really think I’d risk getting my arm torn off? Belen never makes an idle threat. And neither do I.”
Kerrick kept an iron grip on my wrist, towing me at a fast pace. I jogged to keep up and was soon winded. My failed escape attempt had drained me.
Loren joined us when we neared the cave. He shot me a hard glare. “Any trouble?” he asked Kerrick.
“Mercs—at least a dozen. She walked right into them.”
If I had the energy, I would have protested.
Loren glanced behind us. “Did they follow you?”
“Not yet, but they’ll find our trail soon.” Kerrick pulled me through the entrance and flung me down by the fire. “Get your stuff packed.”
As I gathered my things, I noticed Quain’s glowers and Flea’s hurt-puppy pouts. Belen, though, smiled, and would have come over except Kerrick intercepted him.
Satisfied, I backed away and bumped into someone. I froze as the edge of a sword touched my neck.
“Gotcha.”
Chapter 5
“Turn around slow,” the sword’s owner ordered me.
I obeyed. Perhaps he didn’t know who I was. Yeah, right. And perhaps this was all a dream and I would wake up in my house, surrounded by my family.
By the exultant smirk and greedy glint in his dark brown eyes, I had only the possibility that they wouldn’t kill me outright.
“Put your hands where I can see them,” he said. His sword still rested on my neck.
I held my hands out.
“Wake up!” he yelled. The shout roused the sleeping men in the clearing. “Today’s our lucky day!”
Voices and loud calls cut through the forest. Not good. As the sounds drew nearer, I stepped back in panic.
“Relax, sweetheart. The bounty for you is double if we bring you in alive.”
That stopped me. “Forty golds? Why?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. As long as Tohon pays us in full.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“There are other interested parties. I’m sure—”
Hands wrapped around the mercenary’s head and yanked. The sword’s blade nicked me as a loud snap vibrated through the air. The man fell, revealing Kerrick. A scarier sight by far.
Kerrick lunged toward me. Knocking me to the ground, we rolled through the underbrush with ease. But this time, I was aware enough to realize we shouldn’t be able to do that. When we stopped, Kerrick was once again on top, but this time he pressed his hand over my mouth.
After my head cleared from the spinning, I noticed Kerrick’s skin and clothes matched the colors of the forest floor. Exactly. Even his hair. Magic tingled inside me as he drew it from the earth, using it to camouflage us. Kerrick must be an earth magician. Which explained so much—like how we avoided all the Lilys.
We lay there for what seemed like ages. Men’s boots pounded past us. Voices called and anger over the dead mercenary rippled through the forest. My senses expanded and I felt a connection with the living essence of the forest.
To the forest, the men were invaders, a blight on a healthy organism. It knew where each irritant was located. When the men moved farther away, Kerrick yanked me to my feet. He used the forest’s aversion to keep track of the mercs and escape the area without being seen, dragging me with him.
When we were far enough away, he broke the magical connection with me. I staggered with the shock of being cut off from the soothing green. He let me fall.
I regained my feet with the intention of running away, but Kerrick grabbed my wrist. By this time, his skin and hair had returned to normal.
I said, “Thanks for the help, but you’re not going to change my mind about Prince Ryne.”
“You’d rather be handed over to Tohon of Sogra?” he asked as if I lost my senses.
“No. I’d rather be left alone.”
“Not going to happen.” He tugged me along behind him like a disobedient child.
Digging in my heels would be useless so I gathered magic and sent a blast of pain into his hand on my wrist.
Instead of dropping my arm like a normal person would, he squeezed harder and pulled me toward him. More skin contact meant more pain for him. What the hell was he doing? I increased the intensity. He dropped to his knees, but kept his hold on me.
Damn it. I focused all my strength and directed it at him. He pitched over to his side, bringing me with him. Kerrick’s muscles convulsed with the pain, but he still wouldn’t let go.
I stopped when I had exhausted my energy. We lay locked together, panting as if we both had run for miles.
“Is that all you have?” His voice rasped. “Because you’re not going to get another chance.”
I ignored his comment. “Your earth magic must have protected you or else you’d be unconscious and drooling right now.” Except I suspected that wasn’t quite true.
“I’m not letting you go. Do you understand?”
Unfortunately, I did. “You can’t force me to heal him.”
“True. However, I can make you so miserable that you’ll be happy to heal him in order to get away from me.”
Fear swirled in my heart. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. Yet—”
“I did.” He stared at me a moment. “I’m sorry I hit you. I lost my temper. It won’t happen again.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Do you really think I’d risk getting my arm torn off? Belen never makes an idle threat. And neither do I.”
Kerrick kept an iron grip on my wrist, towing me at a fast pace. I jogged to keep up and was soon winded. My failed escape attempt had drained me.
Loren joined us when we neared the cave. He shot me a hard glare. “Any trouble?” he asked Kerrick.
“Mercs—at least a dozen. She walked right into them.”
If I had the energy, I would have protested.
Loren glanced behind us. “Did they follow you?”
“Not yet, but they’ll find our trail soon.” Kerrick pulled me through the entrance and flung me down by the fire. “Get your stuff packed.”
As I gathered my things, I noticed Quain’s glowers and Flea’s hurt-puppy pouts. Belen, though, smiled, and would have come over except Kerrick intercepted him.
