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The smell of burning coal, wood smoke, and manure laced the air. Having grown up in the steamy Illiais Jungle, far to the south, Leif disliked this bitter weather. "You can split up and search the house if you don't believe me," I suggested. Her normally tidy hair hung to her shoulders, as if she'd given up on keeping it pulled back. "I need to know if any of our Fulgor agents has reported seeing Leif Liana Zaltana in the last ten days," he said. Flipping through the pages, she scanned the entries. A few armchairs had been set up near the window to give the appearance of a home.
He pulled his cloak tighter as they passed the jumble of businesses, factories, and houses that lined the road. And a fire always burned in the hearth in case important documents needed to be destroyed.
He pulled a pan from one of the ovens, filled a plate with slices of roast beef, heaped on potatoes, and set it down on the counter. Just that he murdered a number of victims." "That doesn't sound familiar." "Not everything is widely publicized, Reilly. In the meantime, there's four Fulgor guardsmen here for you." Odd. With the added fuel of fear pumping through his body, he summoned his considerable strength and broke free. It didn't take a genius to guess that those guards weren't legit.
The man froze, but called out, "Found her." The others spun, but didn't draw weapons. We have some business to discuss with you." He must be the leader of the group. He had to be nearby, waiting to see what developed. We don't want anyone to see us here." "And the null shield? I could search his soul, but that seemed extreme right now. He twisted away and drew his sword, aiming at my chest. "I know you don't realize it yet, but I am in charge. He asked Onyx to hurry to the Citadel, and the horse broke into a fast gallop. But once he reached the Keep's gate, he shoved his concerns deep within his heart. The only magician I know of who can lie to another magician in his mind. The horse seemed to sense his impatience and pushed himself harder than normal. Valek made sure to find a clean stable and rubbed the black horse down himself when they arrived.
"Don't move, or I'll slit your throat," I whispered in his ear. Try again." The comment about the shield was for Valek's benefit. If I had wanted to surprise you, I would be behind the shield as well." Good point. All I'm getting is surface emotions." Which were rather calm for a man with a knife against his throat. I yelped as it seared my skin, dropping the smoking weapon. For a moment, he wished he could communicate with the horses the same way Yelena did, but he knew they were smart. Instead, he stabled Onyx and then joined the morning training session, working on sword drills with the students until Irys appeared and waved him over. By mid-afternoon, Valek and Onyx headed toward Fulgor.
Most of his favorites would be asleep by now, but Reilly might still be awake. I crossed my arms and discreetly fingered the darts hidden in the fabric of my robe. "Put two fingers on your neck, here." I demonstrated with my left hand while my right palmed a dart. That means Valek isn't here, because if he was, you'd be dead. Yet I hesitated, curious about their reasons for being here. He was in his forties, and his all-black clothes emphasized his powerful build. Valek hopped off Onyx and entered the building, arriving at Irys's office without encountering anyone. The agent on duty shot to her feet when Valek appeared.
"The Weir Inn, please, Ru." Only a few souls braved the icy breeze snaking through the cobblestone streets of Fulgor. "Valek isn't here." "She could be lying," one of the men said. No pulse." One of the younger men blanched and glanced over his shoulder. Valek would have enjoyed picking them off one by one. He wasn't too surprised to find her working at her desk. She opened her mouth, about to launch into an update on what had been happening in the city, but he silenced her with a sharp wave of his hand.