A Misplaced Life by Heather Michelle

Author:Heather Michelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heather Michelle

Chapter Sixteen

With Sebastia dead, the wards protecting the Vasniydor tent dissolved and Christopher and Edgar were able to pull Heimrich from the tent.

“Oh, thank you. Please, no. Thank you, thank you for rescuing me from those two brutes!” It wasn’t clear at first if Heimrich was fighting, groveling, or pleading as Christopher pulled him from the tent. “It was them. I had nothing to do with this. I would never. On my honor!”

They set him on the ground by the fire and Elodie stepped up to him, Silas at her side.

“Why did you target the mage,” Silas demanded.

“No, it wasn’t me! You must believe me!” Heimrich’s face scrunched up red as he pleaded, occasionally trying to shake off Christopher and Edgar as they tied a leather cord around his hands. “You must believe me, please!”

“Should I gag him?” Edgar asked, pulling off his own sock.

“What do you prefer, Lord Heimrich? Would you like a dirty sock gag or will you be quiet for a moment?” Silas asked.

“Please, yes, silence. I will be good. I’ll be quiet, but please believe me.”

Silas looked to Dess. “We can orb call to the closest mage with truth-seeking abilities. It would delay us a few days, but it would be the most diplomatic solution.”

“It’s not necessary,” Elodie said. “I heard him last night. He and Lavinia were having an orb call with some allies. They said to release ‘it’ and said once it had taken out the main target, Heimrich and his party would head north again.”

“That is not true! Impossible!” Heimrich’s pleading expression had a note of anger at the edges now as he spit the words out.

“So it’s to be my word against yours then, Lord Heimrich?” Elodie asked. “We can just tie you to a tree and leave you for the guards to drag back to Tross. Once we’ve returned, we can petition a neutral third-party truth seeker to determine who is at fault.”

Heimrich’s face, previously red and puffy, turned purple and his eyes shone with fury. “How dare you. Your honor against mine? What honor do you have, a cursed trapped princess who will never be free? We might not have killed your mage, but it was only a precaution. There is no chance of you breaking the spell. Many have tried for too long for this upstart of an enchanter to figure it out.” He nodded to Allen whose cheeks glowed pink.

“Dess, do you have the orb?” Silas asked. “I’m done listening to this. Let’s tie him to a tree and call guards to fetch him.”

Dess patted down her pockets and pulled a glass ball out, tossing it lightly to Silas, as Heimrich turned to him.

“And you, the steward of Aluna, what a farce! The youngest steward in history, given his title by a love-struck teenager who doesn’t know any better. Silas the Executioner, they call you. The man who killed his predecessor and seduced his way into power.”

Silas clutched the orb in his hand, muscles flexing up his arm and his jaw tight.

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