SanyareThe Winter Warrior by Megan Haskell

Author:Megan Haskell [Haskell, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Trabuco Ridge Press
Published: 2018-07-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JUDITH TUCKED HER legs up onto the cold, hard bench, wrapping her wings around her body and tiny Bren as best she could. She was stuck in a prison cell with a baby. Her weapons were gone. Her allies—the two she could claim in this realm—had no idea where she was, and one of them was also imprisoned.

She needed to get Bren to her people. She needed to find allies for Garamaen and find a way to free Rie.

Judith felt something wet and warm against her hand. Bren smiled up at her. Judith pressed her eyes closed. And now the baby had wet herself—or worse—and she had no way of cleaning the child or properly caring for her. She’d never even changed a baby before. Nor did she have any milk.

But what if . . . Judith smiled. The guards hadn’t been entirely unreasonable. Surely they wouldn’t allow a child to sit in its own waste. In which case, they would have to open the door.

“Guard!” she said, pounding on the steel. A small panel opened at the top, allowing the female guard to peer into the space. “The baby needs to be changed.”

The woman rolled her eyes but unlocked the door. “Give her to me, I will take care of her.”

“Not a chance.” Judith grabbed the woman’s arm, yanking her inside the cell and sweeping her wings around to knock the guard toward the back of the room, away from the door.

A male guard stood just outside the door, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise. Before he could react, Judith stepped out into the hall. Keeping her left hand tucked around Bren, she flicked her wings in a jab toward his face, pushing him off balance. He recovered, catching his balance with a back-step toward the open cell door.

The woman meanwhile had come back toward the front, her sword bared in her hand. Judith couldn’t let her escape. A side kick into the man’s gut sent him reeling backward, knocking into the female guard and back into the cell.

Judith slammed the door shut. With the key still in the lock, it was easy enough to bar the door and walk away. No one else was in the hall. Their pounding—if heard—would be easily mistaken for the protests of the prisoners.

Which gave Judith pause. Were there other prisoners in these cells? If so, did they deserve to be there? Or, like her, were they imprisoned for the hubris and insanity of the dual-souled?

Deciding to risk the time to find out, Judith walked the length of the icy dungeon. Most of the doors were open and empty, but there were three that remained closed and locked. She peered into the first cell.

A man covered in filth and wrapped in rags, knocked on his own head with a closed fist. His gaze traveled around the room, but didn’t pause at the open grate in the door. He didn’t even seem to see it. Lacking the pale blond hair and

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