Four by Archer Kay Leah

Author:Archer Kay Leah [Leah, Archer Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Bisexual, Fantasy, Gay, Romance
Publisher: Less Than Three Press, LLC
Published: 2016-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Aeley's lips twisted. "I hate highwaymen," she reiterated for the fourth time since walking into the training room, her grip firm around the wooden staff in her hand. She tapped the end of the staff on the floor. "I don't like knowing they're still out there, either."

Mayr nodded, holding back a sigh. He was too tired for her rant. Of all the things on his mind, criminal activity was third; maybe even fourth or fifth. Since he had yet to get a decent night's sleep in eighteen days, it was difficult to keep track of priorities, especially when they changed daily. Except for the first two—they remained the same. His family always haunted the first spot, although Tash held that position as of late.

"I really don't like thinking someone's bleeding to death after being attacked by said highwaymen." Aeley scrunched her nose in annoyance. "The witness swore they saw someone being beaten by those men. But no one was there, absolutely no one. Footprints and shredded fabric but no victim. No attackers. Where could they have gone that fast? None of the soldiers I took could find them. Well, I guess if they took the entire day, but even then the tracks ended in all directions."

She spun the staff slowly in both hands. "Guess I could send some more soldiers on a sweep and see if they find anyone lying in the woods or along the road. I'd hate for anyone to die from neglect on my part." Aeley stopped spinning the staff. "Yeah, that's what I'll do. Thanks, Mayr. I'll just head over to the Guard House and grab a few of them. And I'll go myself. You can stay here. Keep an eye on the estate."

"Don't take Pell. I need him." Mayr glanced across the brightly lit room to the opposite corner where Pellon stood before the racks of swords. "We're teaching the new guys how not to be stupid today."

Aeley tossed the staff to him. "Sure. I won't get in your way. Just don't kill any of them, all right?" She stepped forward and leaned toward him, her voice lowered. "In case you haven't noticed, your mood lately hasn't exactly been anything nicer than acerbic. You still don't want to talk about it, do you?"

Mayr snorted. What was there to talk about? Certainly nothing she could fix, not even as Tract Steward. "Just you mind your own business." He pointed at the open door leading into the dark hallway. "Better get to it if you don't want your victim bleeding out in some hole all day."

"Fine, but if you eventually want to—"

"Go!" Mayr lunged with the staff in both hands, sending her scampering back. Hissing, Aeley turned and hurried for the door, one hand on the short sword at her waist. As she disappeared into the hallway, Mayr stood the staff against the wall and sighed.

Helpful as she thought she was, he did not want to talk. He just wanted to focus on his work. Right then, his attention needed to be on the new recruits standing in a line along the furthest wall.

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