Outlaw's Vengeance (Assassins of Landria Book 5) by Gail Z. Martin

Author:Gail Z. Martin [Martin, Gail Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency
Published: 2023-02-21T00:00:00+00:00

By the time they reached Rune Keep, Ridge’s leg throbbed, Henri had paled, and Rett held himself in a way that Ridge knew meant his partner had a pounding headache and was barely staying upright. Kane seemed the least affected, but Ridge saw that the spy rode with the reins in his left hand, a sure tell that his injury was more painful than he let on.

“How in the name of the gods did this happen?” Malachi asked as the four men hobbled up the steps.

“It’s a long story. Thought Edvard would have already filled you in,” Kane muttered, helping Henri to the couch in the sitting room before he dropped to his knees next to him. “Henri’s been stabbed.”

“Edvard gave me his version. Curious to hear what you have to say.” Malachi reached for the medical kit that lay ready on the table.

Ridge deposited Rett beside Henri before he sank into one of the other seats.

“I’ve just got a reaction headache,” Rett spoke up. “It’s fading. I’ll be fine.”

Malachi brought the kit and sat next to Henri, gently peeling back his bloodied clothing and carefully examining the gash. “It’s not as bad as it looks—or as I’m sure it feels.”

“I let my guard down,” Henri muttered. “I’m losing my touch.”

“Bullshit,” Ridge countered. “You took down two of the saboteurs and gave us cover. There were just a few more than Edvard realized.”

“For which he apologizes,” Malachi said as he cleaned Henri’s wound, spread ointment, and then used his magic to speed healing until only a thin, pink line remained.

“I hope Burke and Luc have better luck,” Kane said.

“Our luck wasn’t actually too bad,” Rett argued. “We got hurt, but we’re still alive. Killed all the targets, burned the house—and the ooze. All in all, we’ve had worse fights.”

Ridge shifted, trying to ease the pain where the threads had wrapped around his leg. Malachi’s attention focused on treating the gash on Kane’s arm, but Rett frowned as he noticed Ridge fidgeting.

“What’s wrong with your leg?” Rett’s tone didn’t give Ridge any leeway.

“The sludge moved faster than I expected, and a couple of threads wrapped around my ankle before I could set them on fire.”

Malachi turned. “You were touched by the threads?” He moved over to kneel next to Ridge. “Let me see.”

Ridge tugged at his pant leg, exposing his lower leg. Their gasp made his heart sink.

During the ride back from the farmhouse, Ridge had told himself that the threads couldn’t have done any real damage, that where they had touched him burned because of the fire. Now he realized that the tendrils had caused the pain, and he held his breath as Malachi assessed the injury but very carefully did not touch his skin.

“How bad?” Ridge couldn’t keep the uncertainty out of his voice.

“What is that?” Rett sounded shaky.

Black veins etched into his ankle and lower leg in all the places the threads had been. “The tendrils fell away when I set the rest of the field on fire. I thought maybe they were like those vines with acid sap.

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