No Earthly Treason (The Necromancer's Daughter Book 2) by Genevra Black

Author:Genevra Black [Black, Genevra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LIFE-IN-DEATH Press
Published: 2019-08-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

The air outside the Alderdeen townhouse shifted. A red tear opened in midair, bringing with it the heavy scent of a grisly battlefield. Astrid’s huge gray wolf bounded into existence, along with the three women riding it like the weirdest, bloodiest Uber ever.

Well— Edie thought back to a cab she’d taken last New Year’s Eve. Second bloodiest.

The smell reminded Edie of her battle with Sárr, which made riding this thing even worse. As she slipped from the wolf’s back, she looked at her shaking hands, which were even paler than usual.

It had only taken her a few minutes to call Indriði and let her know they were coming soon; it had taken Astrid and Satara almost two hours to put on their armor, with copious amounts of help from one another.

Astrid’s armor had been the most difficult. She was in a full suit of it, a formidable figure in a winged helmet, looking not unlike her true valkyrie form. The armor was silver-white, polished to such a shine that she almost looked like she was wearing mirrors. The blue from the sky and the yellow from the honeylocusts, reflected in the armor, gave it an almost opalescent sheen, and if she hadn’t been wearing a blue cape, she might have almost blended into the background.

Her cuirass was intricately engraved with feather patterns and an ornamental peak just under the breastbone, extending down the stomach in subtle tiers like a spine. Her tasset flared dramatically, with a blue sash and a sturdy triangle of chainmail in the center, covering her crotch and barely touching the cuisses. In her hands were her spear and shield, which, despite their simplicity next to the complex armor, still awed Edie with their strange energy.

Satara was dressed similarly, though her armor was leather. Instead of full arm coverage, she wore only a mantle and vambraces, trimmed with falcon feathers. Under her cuirass and chainmail, she had donned a shirt and a scarlet overdress that split in the center, revealing leather breeches. She had wound her braids into a thick bun, and she held a spear and shield of her own, considerably less ancient than her battlemother’s.

Edie wore a T-shirt with a faded image of Garfield on it.

Astrid held her spear tight, looking up at the building before her like it was some great beast she was here to conquer. Her expression was hard, almost unreadable, but Edie detected something startlingly vulnerable. Fear, hope? Maybe a little of both. She looked like she’d just traveled through a wasteland and was seeing civilization for the first time, unsure if it was a mirage or not.

Satara was the one to break the silence. “We should go inside before someone sees us.”

With the frequent Aurora-Gloaming clashes, seeing someone in armor was no longer uncommon in Anster. But they weren’t the Aurora; it was best that they didn’t call attention to themselves.

With Astrid leading, they ascended the steps to Indriði’s home. The doorman didn’t even bother to stop them. He simply reached over and opened the door, eyeing the two armored women fearfully.

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