Warrior Witch by Danielle L Jensen

Author:Danielle L Jensen [Jensen, Danielle L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-85766-470-9
Publisher: Watkins Media Ltd
Published: 2016-03-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Tristan

I stared off into space while Josette sat quietly in the chair opposite, her face pale, one foot bouncing up and down at a frenetic pace. I would’ve liked to do the same, but I was playing a part, and had been doing so for hours. Tiny little signs of irritation and anger, and a distinct loss of focus. Enough for Josette to clue-in that her sister’s spell was wearing off and to set Winter’s plan in motion.

Little did she know that the spell had faded at dawn this morning.

Which was a problem in and of itself. Cécile was in the thick of it, and as much as I knew this was only Winter toying with her fear in order to lure me out, my nerves were stretched tight. Every instinct told me to go to her, but that would have me falling for Winter’s ploy, whereas I had every intention of her falling for mine.

“Why do you insist on sitting here?” I finally snapped. “Isn’t there something else you should be doing?”

“I’m keeping you company,” she said, rising to her feet and throwing another few pieces of wood on the already blazing fire.

“What you’re doing is cooking me alive,” I muttered, pulling off my coat and throwing it carelessly over the back of the chair. “It’s aggravating.”

“Oh?” Her voice brightened. “I mean… I thought it rather cool in here.”

I shook my head. “Come, Souris. Let’s get some fresh air.” I led him up into the tower, leaning over the parapet and then drumming my fingers against the edge. Taking a deep breath, I paced swiftly back and forth across the tower, stopping from time to time to look in the direction of Trollus. And my father.

Because if my plan for Winter succeeded, he’d be my next target.

I’d always known that ridding the world of King Thibault would be a complicated task, and it was no less so with the curse broken. I might be slightly more powerful than him, but he was more experienced, and he knew most of my tricks. Remaining in Trollus was a clever tactic, because I couldn’t attack him from a distance without putting the entire city in jeopardy, which he knew I’d never do. If I managed to get close to him, he’d be ready and wary, and beating him would be no sure thing. What I needed was a way to lower his guard, to make him think I wasn’t a threat.

Which, if everything went according to plan, would happen soon enough.

Suitably cooled and certain that Joss had accomplished her task, I trotted back down the stairs to find her standing in front of the fire, expression intent.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped. “Nothing. Just warming my hands.” A bead of sweat formed on her forehead, and she brushed it away as the black marble decoys she’d dumped in the fire exploded with twin cracks. “Sap in the wood,” she explained, and I gave her a dour glare.

“It’s too hot,” I said, then added, “Pour me some wine, would you.

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