The Executioner's Rebellion (The Executioner's Song Book 4) by D.K. Holmberg

Author:D.K. Holmberg [Holmberg, D.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2021-06-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Finn and Meyer parted ways outside of the palace, with Meyer heading off to run errands. It left Finn feeling strangely freed. He had become so accustomed to being the one to gather supplies and collect items from apothecaries, or visit general stores for different supplies, that he wasn’t quite sure what to do now that Meyer had taken off to do it.

He needed to be the Hunter.

That was what the king wanted of him.

He’d gained the nickname through his dogged determination to find the truth, following instinct as much as the clues laid out before him, but that had been during a unique circumstance. Finn had done that when he had been after Bellut and the magister, looking for a bit of vengeance as much as anything else. It had been about revenge for him.

It couldn’t be about that now.

Finn didn’t even know if he wanted it to be about that now.

He had been the Hunter while looking into Holden and the danger of witchcraft. That had helped him understand a different threat to the kingdom, one that Finn still didn’t fully understand now.

This time, he felt as if he were asked to serve in a specific way.

They wanted his stubbornness. In that regard, he was like his father, a man Oscar had nicknamed the Goat. He knew where he needed to go. While Meyer was off gathering supplies, it was time for Finn to start questioning the men they’d saved.

It was time to uncover the truth of the Black Rose.

He wondered how Lena would react. What would she think seeing how her brother had to question men and discovering how skilled he’d become at doing so? What would Lena think of him?

He was headed to the old prison when he glimpsed shadowy movement nearby. Finn ducked into a side alley.

“You’re still soft,” a voice growled from the other end.

Finn walked over. “And you’re still too obvious,” he said to Oscar.

Oscar remained in the shadows, though Finn didn’t need to see him clearly to know it was him—the slight stoop to his back to conceal his height, the narrow frame, and the dark cloak that hung from his shoulders all revealed it was him, though the cloak cast him in even darker shadows.

“Obvious? I’ve been following you ever since you left the damn palace.”

Finn had been caught up talking to Master Meyer.

He had gotten soft.

Then again, there had been no reason for him to keep up his skill. He didn’t have to worry quite as often these days, and even if he did, he had others he could call upon for assistance if he was in trouble in the city.

“You told Annie you wanted to talk,” Oscar said.

He had, and now he had even more reason to.

A thief like him would be connected to the Verendal underground in ways Finn was not—at least, not any longer. For Finn to understand the Black Rose and what they intended, he needed someone like Oscar.

And others like him, too.

That was something to think on later.

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