Court of Flame: A Dragons & Phoenixes Novel (The Phoenix Wars Book 3) by Miranda Martin & Nadia Hunter

Author:Miranda Martin & Nadia Hunter [Martin, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

"Wait here."

Before I could acknowledge the whispered order, Jacob melted into the night. One moment he was there, and the next he was just gone. I stood there, waiting. There was nothing else I could do. I didn't hear or see anything. Where had he gone?

My eyes inexorably found themselves back on Sven. He still hung in the manacles, his feet barely reaching the ground. Another way to cause him pain and leave him vulnerable. I couldn't imagine how much his shoulders and arms must hurt from being in that position for so long. The lack of food and sun was also showing, his belly more concave than usual, every one of his ribs visible under his damaged skin. His body was starting to cannibalize itself in an effort to heal.

Click.

What was that?

I looked in the direction the soft sound had come from, holding my breath to hear better. I strained, my eyes trying to pierce the darker shadows. Nothing. I stayed still for a little while longer, but no other sound reached me. I glanced at the men Jacob had spotted. They were all still in position. Where was...?

"Okay." I jumped as Jacob reappeared next to me. "Got them all."

"You got them..." I repeated, trailing off. I looked back at the men. Wait. The one near the pillar was lower...sitting? The one on the roof was listing to the right.

I looked away, swallowing hard. He'd been gone less than fifteen minutes. And he'd killed or at least incapacitated three men in that much time. I didn’t want to know which one it was. I made a mental note to myself—don't get on Jacob's bad side.

"Come on," Jacob urged, stepping out into the open. "We need to move fast. There's no telling when the next shift change is coming. We need to be out of here well before then."

He was right, and it was exactly what I needed to hear to get my mind back on track. I put the guards out of my mind—there was no point in dwelling on them. They'd made their choice, hadn't they?

Jacob was already examining the manacles on Sven's wrists. I had to hold back a gasp as I got a good look at him up close. His torso was a map of pain—bruises, cuts, scabs, dried blood. One of his eyes was swollen shut, his lips cracked, a deep bruise covering almost the entire right side of his face.

I wanted to kill Emberich with my bare hands.

Sven stirred as I stepped up to him, raising his head weakly.

"Shh." I didn't want him to inadvertently make a sound and give us away.

He frowned, licking his dry lips. "Adara?" he asked, his voice coming out in a harsh croak.

"Yes," I whispered, carefully cupping the side of his face that looked the least hurt. I didn't want to accidentally cause him more pain.

The one eye that could open came to full alertness at the sound of my voice.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, pulling at the manacles.

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