Trading Into Daylight (The Magic Below Paris Book 6) by C. M. Simpson & Michael Anderle

Author:C. M. Simpson & Michael Anderle [Simpson, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-10-30T22:00:00+00:00

16

The Assassin’s Nest

They woke early, eating cold breakfast and taking all their gear with them. Master Envermet had Aisha reform the storage chest around the lock.

“We can’t take it with us,” he explained, “and I’m not sure we’re coming back. Best to leave something in case we do.”

That made sense and they’d stowed the supplies they couldn’t carry in the storage chest before asking Aisha to lock it again. It hadn’t taken her long, and they’d left the camp soon after.

“Do you think the wolves will help us?” Master Envermet had asked, and Marsh had sought Mordan.

I know where it is, the kat huffed, her tail flicking with irritation.

“Oh. Mordan, please lead the way,” the shadow captain amended, and Mordan cast him a baleful look.

If he is sure he wouldn’t prefer the wolves...

Master Envermet picked the thought out of Marsh’s head and shook his head. “No, Mordan. I forgot hoshkats have a better sense of smell.”

The kat stared at him a moment longer, flicked her tail once and padded silently along the trail to the point the assassin had fallen. Blood still stained the ground, but she surveyed the first raiders’ camp briefly, her nostrils flaring, before padding around the rubble.

The team followed, not one of them saying a word. Gerry, Zeb, and Izmay had re-tied gauze strips over their eyes, and stayed close to their partners. They still kept a wary eye on their surroundings, but Marsh didn’t think they could see much farther than a few feet.

The rest of the team surveyed the country around them, Master Envermet and Marsh dividing their attention between scanning the area and following the kat. Mordan stalked through bushes and leapt from the top of one pile of rubble to another. Every now and then, she’d pause to sniff one patch of ground or another before changing direction.

Her movements showed them the path the assassin had taken when he’d approached the camp the first time. The assassin hadn’t camped too far away, but the site he’d chosen was well-hidden. Without Mordan, they’d never have found it.

She guided them through piles of rubble that were swiftly being reclaimed by a wilderness of gardens gone to seed. In the shade of a large tree surrounded by a thorny barrier of sweet-smelling flowers, they came to another wooden door.

This one was barred from the outside. Mordan sniffed at it, looked at Master Envermet, and walked away, disappearing back the way they’d come.

We’re here, Marsh noted, and figured the kat would find a suitable platform to sun herself on while they investigated.

I sense no one, Master Envermet remarked, and Roeglin concurred.

“Let me,” Henri said when they hesitated, and both men stepped aside.

They stepped back farther when Izmay came alongside Henri, her hands braced as though she held a spear. She caught Marsh’s look.

“You said our weapons were shadowed air, right?”

Marsh nodded.

“Well, you were right.”

Marsh heard faint sounds of enlightenment from Gerry and Zeb but didn’t turn around. No doubt, the two shadow guards were testing the theory.

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