looked up, but I stared at her, stunned. She had used Valek’s words. I broke free of Cahil’s grip and hit the floor as gray figures darted from where they’d been hiding between the piles of crates.
Cahil laughed. “There’s nothing up—”
Fighting broke out, and I stayed low. I’d been shot by a crossbow bolt before. Once was enough. Because of Onora’s spider comment, I didn’t know if the gray fighters were my friends or enemies. Had it been a signal to me, or just something she picked up when she’d been training with Valek? Rather than risk joining the wrong side of the fight, I kept away from everyone, ducking behind a pile of crates to wait.
I listened to the sounds of the scuffle—thuds, grunts, steel clanging against steel, cursing, a hiss of pain. Then, without warning, Onora appeared next to me.
“It’s safe,” she said.
Reacting without thought, I pressed the tip of my switchblade to her throat. “Valek?”
She held her hands wide. “Fighting Cahil, from the sounds of it.”
Surprised, I stared at her. Was this a trick?
“No offense, but if I planned to assassinate you, you’d be dead by now.”
Right. I lowered my weapon as relief swept through me. “Sorry.”
We returned to the main area. Cahil’s people littered the floor, and a number of gray-clad figures stood nearby. But what grabbed my attention was the man in black who had his sword aimed at Cahil’s neck. Cahil glared. A bloody cut snaked from his hand up to his elbow. His sword lay on the floor at his feet.
“Onora?” Valek asked without moving his gaze from Cahil.
“She’s here.”
“Watch him,” Valek said, tossing her the sword.
She caught it easily and kept it pointed at Cahil.
In two strides, I was wrapped in Valek’s arms—my favorite place to be. After a minute, I whispered, “I thought Onora killed you.”
“I told you I could handle her.”
“But Cahil said...” I shook my head. “Sorry. I should have stayed in HQ.” Should have trusted Valek.
“Doesn’t matter now. You’re safe.”
“And she’s still mine,” Cahil said. “Yelena, tell your husband about our agreement.”
VALEK
An agreement? Valek leaned back to meet Yelena’s gaze and did not like her pained expression. Not at all. He tightened his arms around her for a second, his instinct to protect her flooding him for a moment. Then, with effort, he relaxed and stepped away. “What is he talking about?”
Yelena explained the deal she had worked out with Cahil. As she talked, Valek kept a tight leash on his emotions. After a hellacious night spent healing his injuries and worrying about her, this was the last thing he wanted to hear.
“...we need Cahil on our side. You agreed. He won’t listen to reason while under the influence of Theobroma. This is the only way we’ll be able to convince him.”
Anger shot through him. “No. You can’t go to the Featherstone garrison. Bruns will find out, and then you and the baby will be killed.” Valek pressed his arms to his sides as the desire to throw her over his shoulder and bolt from the warehouse pulsed through him. She hadn’t trusted him to defeat Onora. Didn’t believe she’d be rescued. For the first time in years, he was furious at her.
“You can’t stop her. She gave her word,” Cahil said, holding up a piece of parchment.
The smug superiority of Cahil’s tone grated on Valek’s already frayed nerves. He pulled his dagger and advanced on the idiot. “I know a quick way to void that.”
“Valek, stop,” Yelena said.
“Are you that certain he’ll see reason?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
“What happens if Bruns learns you’re there?”
“I’ll protect her. It’s a provision in our agreement,” Cahil said.
The handle of Valek’s knife bit into his palm. He’d never regretted killing anyone in his life, but he’d kicked himself for letting certain troublemakers live, because they always returned to cause more problems. Cahil happened to be one of them. However, Valek’s plan to stop the Sitian takeover did include Cahil’s assistance.
“Can I see the accord?” he asked.
“Of course.” Cahil handed him the accursed document.
Valek read through the terms. A red-hot knot squeezed his chest. He sought loopholes. None. After committing it to memory, he returned it. “In ten days, I will be at the Featherstone garrison.”
“What if she loses?” Cahil asked.
“I won’t,” she said with conviction.
But Cahil could lie or break their agreement or brainwash her or...a million things could go wrong. If Cahil failed to switch sides, Valek would kill him. There was no way he’d allow Yelena to remain with the enemy.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Cahil stared at him.
“If she loses, then we are enemies.”
“And she stays with me,” Cahil said.
His heart tore in half. “Yes.”
“I want your word that you won’t try to rescue her or kill me if her plan fails.”
Valek met his wife’s gaze. Yelena seemed confident. Not much he could do at this point. “I promise not to attempt a rescue or kill you.” The words coated his mouth with a foul bile. Valek hated that he’d been forced to say them. Why hadn’t Yelena trusted him?
Cahil relaxed.
But Valek wasn’t done. “But I will be by her side.”
The idiot peered at him in confusion. “You just said we’d be enemies.”
“Correct. I won’t help your efforts or hinder them. But I’ll be with Yelena until the war is over. Consider me her personal bodyguard.”
“Valek, no.” Yelena protested. “They’ll kill you or use you to learn about the Commander. Besides, Fisk and the others need you. Sitia needs you.”
“I’m not fighting against you.”
Her face lost all color as she realized that was what she had promised Cahil. To fight against her friends and family. She clasped her hands together. “It won’t come to that.”
