Sea of Revenants (Nysta Book 6) by Lucas Thorn

Author:Lucas Thorn [Thorn, Lucas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lateral Books
Published: 2016-09-04T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The elf dropped to the street with a light crash, damaged hand providing no hope of balance. Sucked air through her teeth as legs crumpled beneath her. “Shit.”

And was hit from three sides as Nath's raiders drove her onto her back and stripped her of her knives. Each blade lost was like a string plucked from her soul and she had to bite hard to not fight back. Because Maks was right.

While she had breath in her body, there was hope she could kill her way out of this.

Her violet eyes, thinned to slits to hide her rage, skated toward where the blind deathpriest knelt as though unaware of the danger surrounding him. His head was cocked slightly and he seemed to be listening to something beyond even her own hearing.

Rockjaw moaned, slowly drifting up from the depths of his unconsciousness as Maks pointed at her. “Make sure you get them all,” he told his men. “She's sneaky. She'll have a few in her boots. More than one in her shirt, too. Search everywhere.”

They took her jacket. Took her boots.

Someone cut open her shirt, searching for weapons more than skin.

They rolled her onto her stomach and even ran calloused fingers through her hair. Which surprised her as they took Last Chance Hotel, a small needle-thin blade threaded through her knotted locks. Whoever took the dagger, gave a grunt of satisfaction when he found it and slapped the back of her skull with a contemptuous paw.

As the last of her hidden arsenal was taken, the elf felt her heart begin to beat with a rhythm she hadn't felt in a long time.

The rhythm of defencelessness. Rhythm of the urchin who'd haunted the darkest shadows of alleys seldom trod in an effort to remain hidden. Because hidden was safe.

She was bare now. Exposed and vulnerable to their threats. Their taunts.

As close to naked as she could feel, she wondered how much of the killer in her was made powerful by her knives. If opportunity arose, could she fight with just one hand?

Doubt crippled her more than the wounds and disarmed her more than the loss of her weapons.

Dragging her to her feet, two heavy men held her arms while another pressed a spear to her back. Three archers remained at angles behind her so she couldn't pinpoint their position, arrows drawn. Nervousness skipped across Jaimes' face. He glanced at Maks. Then the nervousness seemed to fly like an invisible bat, wheeling across all their faces one by one while the elf felt a clean ribbon of sweat trickle down the back of her neck as something horrifying occurred to her.

They'd searched everywhere. Even her hair.

They knew.

Knew what she was. What she could do.

At the same time, a new feeling crawled into her heart and curled up beside the embers of her hate. Its eyes glared out from the darkness and a dark chuckle made her veins tremble as she realised their knowing had made them afraid. Afraid of what she was.

And that gave her an edge.

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