Fate’s Edge (The Edge #3)(98)
Author: Ilona Andrews

A cloud of smoke spilled from the third-story window of the keep in a black, oily pillar. The sound of gunfire came from somewhere to the left.

Morell de Braose emerged from the doors, carrying a sword in his hand. Black smears and blood spatter marred his blue doublet. All of his polished veneer had slid off him. Only the robber baron remained, ruthless, cold, and infuriated to the brink.

He could just kill her. She wouldn’t put it past him to run her through with that sword and leave her to bleed out on the ground.

His gaze fastened on her. "This is an interesting development. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you?"

"Helena d’Amry murdered my brother. I knew she would show up here, so I came here to kill her. I failed."

"Why should I care?"

"Because Helena humiliated you. She ruined the reputation of your auction. It will be a long time before people will visit you again."

Morell grimaced. "You aren’t endearing yourself to me."

"The only way to restore your reputation is to punish the party responsible and make that punishment so brutal, nobody else dares to besmirch your reputation."

"Helena is on her way to Louisiana," he snarled.

"She is less than six miles away, in a castle ruin, over that mountain." Audrey pointed to the green mountain range.

Morell grasped her face and pulled her closer, looking into her eyes. "If you’re lying, tell me now. You have no idea how painful the things I’ll do to you will be if I am disappointed. I’m extremely pissed off, and I will get very creative."

Her heart squeezed itself into a painful, fear-filled ball. But she wanted Kaldar more. This was her only chance to get him back.

Audrey stared back at Morell. "Over that mountain. A ruin of dark stone with four towers, one broken, three still standing. She has six people with her. When you kill her, tell her Lisetta says hello."

Morell pushed her aside. "Lock her up. And get the wyvern ready."

A veeking grasped her shoulder and dragged her down to a guardhouse. He pulled her through a large room to the back, where barred cells waited, and threw her into one. Audrey crashed against the wall. The veeking slid the door shut with a metallic clang, locked it, and walked out.

Through the open doors, she saw men run back and forth. People shouted. Then all became quiet.

She sat on the stone floor and waited.

A man cried out, a sharp, pain-filled sound, and a veeking fell to the ground in the doorway. Gaston stepped over the body and grinned.

"They are gone."

Audrey concentrated, and the lock on her cell clicked open. "Let’s go get him."

KALDAR closed his eyes. He was tired of watching his blood drip out of him.

It was over. He couldn’t talk his way out of this. He couldn’t pry his hands free. Nobody was coming to save him. He was done.

They had moved him to the bed, and now he faced the wall instead of the door. He would die alone, staring at the blank wall.

It didn’t matter, really. He’d done his job: Gaston had the emitters. He would be able to protect them, and he would deliver them to the Mirror. The boys survived. They were safe. And Audrey . . . Audrey was alive.

He let himself slip away, into his mind, in a place knitted of memories and wishful thinking, where he and Audrey lived happily ever after. In that place, he took her to his house. They made love. They sat outside in the evening, watching the fireflies dance over the water of the lake. They drank sweet wine and laughed. He was happy in that place. He wanted to stay there and let reality fade.

He would just go to sleep, Kaldar told himself. Eventually, he’d lose enough blood to pass out. Until then, what little time he had left, he’d spend with her.

The door burst open. Someone had come to change the blood bag again. Two men rolled into the room. One was Killian, Helena’s hunter. The other was Gaston. They grappled on the floor, trying to outmuscle each other.

It’s a hallucination.

Audrey dashed through the door, a dagger in her hand.

Killian’s mouth gaped like the unhinging jaws of a snake. Gaston clamped him down. Audrey dropped by them and stabbed the hunter in the neck again and again, blood spraying from a wavy dagger in her hand.

Behind them, people screamed and roared. The sound of gunfire and the clashing of steel filled the room.

Killian’s head dropped to the side. Audrey rose, bloody, and dashed to his bed. "Are you alive?"

"How are you, love?"

"Great! I’m marvelous." She sliced open his restraints and held up a coin in front of him. "Bet me you’ll survive, love."

Heh. Funny. "I bet you I can get through this alive."

The coin pressed into his hand. Magic shot through him in a welcome surge, and he realized it was real.

"Audrey, are you fucking out of your mind? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving you. Grab him."

Gaston heaved him over his shoulder. The tube attached to Kaldar’s arm jerked the needle in his vein. He swore.

Audrey pulled the needle from his arm and yanked one of his grenades off her belt. She squeezed the grenade and rolled it to the wall. Gaston crouched behind the bed.

The wall exploded with a sound like thunder. Dust filled the air. Kaldar coughed and felt himself lifted. Gaston ducked through the new opening in the wall and took off running. Slung over Gaston’s shoulder, Kaldar saw Audrey emerge through the rubble. She ran after him, the ruin dark behind her, the moon rising over it.

He was being rescued. It finally sank in. She had come to save him.

Gaston jumped. Kaldar saw the ground end and realized they were sailing off a cliff. They plummeted down and crashed into the wyvern’s cabin. His exhausted body screamed in pain. Audrey landed next to him. He had never been so happy in his entire life.

Wind fanned his face as the wyvern banked. The cabin began to close.

The wyvern careened. Boxes and trunks rolled across the cabin floor onto them.

"Jack!" Gaston roared. "Watch where you’re driving!"

Gaston scrambled to his feet and lunged into the front of the cabin.

The dragon righted itself.

"You are marrying me after this," Audrey told him.

Kaldar laughed.

"Don’t give me that smirk. There is no way I went through all this just for some roll in the hay. I want a dress, and a big party, the whole thing."

"Of course I will marry you, you fool," he told her.

She bent down and kissed him, her face wet. He tasted tears. "I love you," she told him.

Kaldar strained and managed to put his arm around her.

"I love you, too."

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