Cloak of Darkness (The Destroyer-Blessed Saga Book 1) by Sara E. Tonissen

Author:Sara E. Tonissen [Tonissen, Sara E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-04T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Red scrambled to keep Harry Ordom, the butler standing watch at Arthur Welin’s office door, from hitting the floor. Her arms trembled as his large form fell, the blow to his head hopefully knocking him out for a few hours. Red dragged his limp body to the nearest storage closet at the end of the dark hall.

She laced his silk tie through his wrists into the best sailor’s knot she could coax the smooth material into. She shoved his matching silk handkerchief into his mouth, creating a makeshift gag. When he was finally secure, Red guiltily shut the door with a soft click.

Every minor snag in her two-minute plan sent a new wave of rage burning across Red’s vision. Each second wasted was another piece of information lost to her. Every passing minute created another rift in the path that led Red farther from her old life. And despite the rage that continued to fuel her, she had no idea where she wanted her final steps to eventually take her.

For a breath, Red stood looking at the sealed doors to Arthur Welin’s private office. Every groove, every carved-out edge, every smoothed-out surface glared at Red as if they dared her to turn back before her mentor’s redemption was no longer available. It felt as if the air refused to leave her lungs as her gaze became fixated on every aspect of those familiar double doors.

A single shaky breath pulled Red back to her body, the doors nothing more than old slabs of wood, blocking the knowledge that she so desperately needed. Red reached out to grasp one of the polished brass door knobs. Her fingers were tentative, every nerve waiting for the scorching burn of her own betrayal.

But the metal was cool, and the door opened smoothly. Even as the door shut, Red felt no resistance against the line that she had just permanently crossed.

She could see nothing within the dark shadows that filled the room, but she only allowed herself to light a single candle. The soft light was plenty to guide her through the office that she knew almost as well as her own bedroom. Every book, table, and chair held the familiarity that only came with living in the same house for many years.

Red touched nothing as she silently slipped through the room. Her eyes never left the desk loaded with parchments and scrolls—loaded with secrets.

Loose pieces of paper had long fallen to the ground, never to be touched until Arthur decided they were better off warming his fireplace. Dozens of quills were strewn across the towering piles.

Red carefully set her candle atop the sturdiest pile of papers she could find. Her fingers itched to reach into the disorganized stacks. But she only let her eyes roam over the scattered desk. Nothing was in its rightful place, but even the slightest change would be caught by Arthur Welin’s perfectly trained eye.

Red skipped over the usual mission reports. Her eyes skimmed over countless street lord requests, most of which held her name scribbled at the very top of their lists.

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