“I’m a big girl,” Selissa said dryly. “You don’t need to hold my hand.”
“I wasn’t talking about me,” Bane said. “You’re taking Vael with you.”
Vael let out a hiss and Selissa found herself sharing the sentiment. “I’m doing what? She’s not going to watch my back, she’s going to stab me in it!”
“They’ll hunt us down, won’t they?” she asked, changing the subject.
“The Horsemen?” Niall said. “Yes, I’m afraid so. Even if they were willing to let this setback slide, they have two more brothers to bring back into this world. But the failed ritual will buy us some time. They’ll have to recover.”
“So will we,” Selissa said dryly.
“I’m trying to remain positive,” Niall said miserably.
Selissa snorted. “I’m trying to remain alive.”
Selissa took a look at the guardsman standing in the room, scowling at Ardeth while Josiah was tending to another patient. While recognizing him as one of the rebels who often stood guard at the main gates, she also noticed the blood running from a wound at his temple and from his cracked lip.
“What happened to him?” Selissa asked as Josiah hurried over to her after finishing up his work. On the bed, Ardeth’s lip twitched slightly.
“He fell down the stairs,” the assassin said pleasantly. Selissa looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering how exactly someone managed to fall down the stairs of a one-story building. But seeing as no one tried to deny it, she decided not to ask.
A weight leaned against the door pushed it forward as soon as she turned the handle, but their visitor managed to grab hold of the frame before he fell headfirst into the room. Vaguely, Selissa noted the blood smeared all over the door, but it was the hulking man clinging to the wall that grabbed her attention.
“Hello, princess,” Ardeth said hoarsely, before promptly passing out at her feet.
Blinking dumbly, staring at the empty space the assassin had occupied just seconds before, the only thought that occurred to Selissa was, ‘This is becoming a habit.’
The captain shot another look at his flailing men. “Magister Feryll. Care you explain to me why you’re here, using my men as dominoes, and not at your estate like I was informed?”
“At the time you were informed, I likely was at home,” Feryll said. “But events escalated a bit and we thought it better to relocate.”
“What happened?” Leya asked sharply.
“Death, destruction, abductions, general calamity,” Feryll said casually.
“Don’t forget the demonic summoning rituals,” Selissa reminded him.
“And demonic summoning rituals,” Feryll added.