The Lost Gods [04] - Poison by Megan Derr

Author:Megan Derr [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9781620041048
Goodreads: 13484771
Publisher: Less Than Three Press LLC
Published: 2012-03-22T09:35:12+00:00

Chapter Twelve

When they final y reached his manor, Ailil was anything but surprised to find six men ready and waiting - and looking as they had when he'd first met them.

Since leaving Pozhar, they'd relaxed. Oh, there were stil fights and threats and al since they'd been helping Ailil find jewels with which no one wanted to part. It was stil a far cry, however, from the days when they'd stolen, kidnapped, threatened and otherwise earned their mercenary pay.

It was easy to forget, even for him occasional y, that these men were mercenaries. They made their living doing the dirty work no one else wanted to do, the seedy jobs that the wealthy were more than happy to pay to have done.

Ivan and his men were not the usual breed of mercenary, but they were stil mercs, a fact which was now impossible to ignore. Gone were the nice clothes Ailil 's servants had been slowly forcing them to get used to. Gone was the jovial, laidback manner they preferred.

In place of the gentlemen they'd laughingly been pretending to be were the mercenaries they truly were; simple, effective clothing, al of it covered by light leather armor - not the kind so many spoiled sons wore when fencing or hunting. No, this was the real thing, fit to the man, stitched and repaired often, treated to survive inclement weather.

The weapons were especial y dizzying. Al they'd worn of late was a sword or knife, and those only because for these men to be completely weaponless was akin to being naked. Now, though…there were blades everywhere. Isidor and Ferapont had their bows out as wel . Maksim looked ready to crush skul s, and quick Gleb no one would see until the knife was in their stomach or slashing their throat.

Silently Luka stepped forward and handed Ivan his things -

a heavy sword belt to be wrapped twice around his hips, al manner of knives vanishing from sight, pouches for his belt that held various supplies.

Ailil quietly accepted his own sword when Karp held it out to him and strapped it into place. He looked out over Ivan's men, nodding quietly in thanks, then al seven of them turned to Ivan.

"The best place to start, for now, is the inn where he was taken. Didn't see much when we went, and the innkeeper wasn't very forthcoming. We didn't have time to change his mind last night - today we wil ." His steel blue eyes flashed, and the statement was met with grunts and exchanged glances amongst his men. "The place we're going is cal ed 'The Dancing Vine'."

As one, Maksim, Gleb, and Ferapont snorted.

Ivan looked at them. "Boss, that place is scary even for us."

Ferapont shook his head. "Serious. We rooted out a nasty little sneak-thief there a couple of weeks ago. I swear, looking at that place I felt like the world's most law-abiding citizen."

Ailil grimaced in agreement. "I do not know the inn, it took me precious minutes to find it last night, but I know the area.

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