Every Dark Shadow by Sarah Zimm

Author:Sarah Zimm [Zimm, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Everdark Press
Published: 2023-08-28T23:00:00+00:00

If Falcon had actually waged his soul, it’d probably be mounted on a wall somewhere in the Belly. Or locked in the Darkwielder’s vault by his proxy, Jasper Salt. Maybe stuffed in a drawer gathering dust. Waiting, like Trix’s sister waited, for the day Falcon might pay his debts.

But tonight is about making Wick Sneed wish for a quick death.

There’s no good reason the Crowfell boss’s right-hand man should be in Galdur, with his paws on their girl.

“Falcon!” Ophelia cries. But his name is garbled by the thick fingers on her throat. He’s seen her kick, seen her scrape her nails across men’s faces, but her limbs look heavy now, like she hasn’t got the energy.

“Falcon Thames. As I live and breathe.” Wick Sneed darts his slippery head around Ophelia to see better.

“You’re a long way from Crowfell,” Falcon spats. Did Vesh Derringer send him? He pictures Sneed waving Ace’s bloody hands, taunting him, that night near Ghastly.

The bastard looks genuinely surprised to see him. But he’s also scanning for an escape route.

Whether he came here for Ophelia or not, he’s planning to take her.

“Let’s forget the nice-to-see-you shit,” Falcon grates. “If Vesh’s got you recruiting for the fights, you’re out of your territory. You’ve got no damn business in Galdur, or with her.”

Rune steps up next to Falcon, probably because he knows him well enough to guess where this is headed. Even with a hand in his pocket on that fancy stone, though, he won’t be much help. He’s got to be close to empty, having practically drained himself in order to slow the flood of shadowcasters at Trix’s.

“I think we have a misunderstanding,” Rune tries to use his influence anyway. “You’ll let her free, and we’ll be on our way.”

Of course, it doesn’t work.

Instead, Sneed watches Falcon, a tight smile pulling the corners of thin lips. “Consider this a special job. One that transcends boundary lines.”

Special job?

It’s probably true that half of Magus knows about Ophelia now, thanks to the bounty. Is that why Sneed’s here, poking around for a boss?

The possibilities clang around in Falcon’s head, along with Grimm’s half-warning in New York. “It’s unlikely the king is your only threat.”

“She’s spoken for,” Falcon tells Sneed. “You’re gonna let her walk.”

Sneed’s eyes shift to Falcon’s weapon. Falcon watches the shadowcaster’s hands. The second Sneed gets one free, Falcon knows he’ll send his shadows.

Sneed shifts under the gaslight, his eyes too big, pupils dilated and twitching. They remind Falcon more of Magies who relish Ghastly’s dark corners than a boss’s right hand. Sneed’s been dabbling with something, which surprises Falcon.

Vesh Derringer doesn’t tolerate hopping from his men.

As Falcon scrutinizes him, Sneed abruptly pulls a blade from behind Ophelia’s back.

Falcon’s knife.

The shadowcaster’s eyes roll up to the moons and back, burning at Falcon. “I claim her. In the name of Erebus, god of the red moon, father of the Witchists—”

“That’s enough.” Falcon spits. “That archaic shit means nothing here.” Not without a primordial relic.

Falcon charges forward, hopping over the

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