A Song of Shadows (2020 Ed) by Jenna Wolfhart

Author:Jenna Wolfhart [Wolfhart, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

My feet wouldn’t move, even after the three Hunters dragged Rourke out of the Grim’s front door. The fourth stayed inside. The leader, I was guessing. He strode forward, his golden cloak billowing behind him. Abruptly, he stopped just short of the shopkeeper’s desk, leaned down, and braced his fists on the table.

“I told you I wanted the changeling, but all you’ve given me is Rourke. The Queen will not be pleased.”

Raine sniffed and lifted her chin. “He’s a good find on his own. I can’t help it if you didn’t get here fast enough to catch her.”

The two of them were only inches from where I stood, my feet still frozen to the wood floor. My hands itched to do something. If only I had my weapons. I could take my sword and chase after those Hunters who had Rourke.

My sword, I realized. No one could see me right now. I could go after my sword and get Rourke to safety. No one would see it coming. They’d never even know I was there until it was too late.

But first, I had to get out of the shop without tipping this Hunter off to the fact that I was here and invisible to anyone but myself.

“‘Course, I’m not greedy. Just give me half of what I’m owed,” Raine said, crossing her arms over her chest.

The Hunter let out a low, eerie chuckle, the kind of laugh that sent a tremor of unease down my spine. “You let the changeling get away, and you want what you’re owed? Alright. I think I can manage that for you.”

The shopkeeper’s lips twisted into a smirk, and she held out her hands, palm up. The Hunter reached down to his belt, his fingers closing around the hilt of his sword. I realized what was happening almost a second too late. I had just enough time to stumble out of the way when he yanked his sword from his scabbard, sliced it through the air, and landed his blow right at the base of the shopkeeper’s neck.

Steel sliced through skin, and a river of blood streamed through the gaping wound. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the stone, I stumbled back, pressing the other against my open mouth. Nausea tumbled through my stomach at the sight, at the wet skin, at the oozing gore, at the way her eyes rolled back in her head.

Her body fell to the ground with a smack.

And then the Hunter strode out of there with a satisfied smile, leaving behind a trail of red.

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