Beneath Stone and Sacrifice by Melissa Wright

Author:Melissa Wright [Wright, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub

CHAPTER 14

Nim was shoved into a carriage with Wes still clinging to her arm. He’d been hurt but apparently not so badly that it would take him down. Allister, who was unceremoniously wedged in beside them, had been hurt much worse. Wes appeared as if he might retch onto the carriage floor at any moment. Nim reached for Allister’s hand but felt little response to her squeeze. She desperately needed to get them out of there.

Two guards waited at each door, but before she could even form a plan, a door opened. Rhen leapt in smoothly, giving a solid knock to the roof as he slid onto the bench seat opposite them, expression grim. The carriage lurched forward into what felt like a full run, juddering over the cobbled street, away from the Trust. Away from Warrick.

Fury rose through Nim again. “You filthy—”

Rhen held up a finger, and she launched from Wes’s grip before Wes had hold of her again, dragging them awkwardly back on the seat beside Allister.

“Nim,” he begged against her shoulder, “let him take us back. Let him get us to the castle.” He sounded as miserable as she felt. They’d never had a chance to save anyone. Calum had only wanted her to see, to flaunt his trophy. To be sure Warrick saw, so that both he and Nim understood how thoroughly Calum had won. Somehow, horribly, Nim had lost Warrick before she’d even known he was at risk.

“He’s your brother,” Nim hissed to Rhen. “The king. How can you leave him like that? You think you are safe now, happy to wear Stewart’s ring. But one day, you’ll be at a disadvantage,” she promised. “And I will be there to toss you into the pit.” Even if she had to rise from her own grave to do it, she would.

Rhen frowned. “I was hoping you’d be a bit less murderous without the cane.”

She jerked forward again, but Wes was stronger, and she fell back into a feeble heap of limbs. Then, because she could not seem to help it, she screamed. All it earned her was less energy to draw herself breath and a wince from Rhen. Allister hadn’t moved at all.

“Majesty,” Rhen said with deference, “we both know it was Warrick’s wish that you be returned to the castle before you found yourself in more trouble than”—he gestured vaguely—“well, this.”

Nim’s voice was hoarse; everything about her felt raw. “And what of the trouble he is in?”

“She will not harm Warrick before the trial.”

A weak whimper escaped Nim. Before the trial. She felt sick. Heartbroken. The Trust was taking Warrick underground, and he might never come back out. She felt as wretched as ever, but strangely, not at all like she needed Allister’s salts. In fact, if she wanted for anything, it was for the return of the weapon’s power in her hand.

Her head spun. The day had started as a mission for rescue. And she was feeling murderous. She hated Calum and his vile cane.

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