so that’s what we’ve been doing? Having fun? Who knew?” she teased.
“Gee, Valek, you ought to show your girl a better time if she doesn’t even know what fun is,” Janco said.
“All right,” he agreed, getting into the spirit. “Next time, love, I’ll take you along on a raid.”
“Oh my.” Yelena fanned her face with a hand. “Slow down, handsome, or I might swoon from all the excitement.”
Even though she smiled, it did nothing to dispel the dark smudges lining her green eyes and her sunken cheeks. She hadn’t been eating or sleeping well. But once they reached the castle, he’d ensure she got plenty of both.
“The castle, Kiki. As fast as possible. Please,” Yelena said.
He spurred Onyx, following Kiki. Janco and Onora rode close behind him. On horseback, the trip would take two full days if they stopped to sleep, a day and a half if they didn’t. The decision would be Kiki’s. She understood their desire to hurry while she also knew not to exhaust or injure the horses.
Kiki stopped for water around midnight, and Valek decided they should get a few hours of sleep. Nothing good would come from them arriving at the castle completely drained and useless.
“There should be a patrol west of us,” he said to the group. “We can overnight with them. That way we all can sleep.”
“Hoorah.” Janco pumped his fist.
Kiki found the patrol an hour after midnight. Their unexpected arrival caused a considerable stir, and Valek had to explain and soothe the nerves of the young lieutenant in charge. Another hour passed before they spread their bedrolls.
Teetering on the edge of sleep, Valek was roused by Janco’s voice.
“Just for the record, holy snow cats is my line,” he said. “You need to find your own.”
“And you had to tell us this now?” Onora grumbled.
“I thought it was important. I don’t like people stealing my lines.”
“It’s a compliment, you dolt. Did you ever think of that?”
“No.”
“Not quite the boy genius over there. Make sure to put that in the record.”
With Yelena sleeping in his arms, and Janco trading insults with Onora, Valek enjoyed a moment of peace. He suspected he wouldn’t get many more once they reached the castle.
* * *
The guards at the castle’s east gate reported no suspicious activity in the past two weeks. No surprise. If Owen had breached the walls using magic, no one would have spotted him.
After riding all day, the horses needed to be cared for. Yelena and Janco volunteered to take them to the stables while he and Onora checked on the Commander. At this late hour, he had probably retired for the night, but Valek didn’t care.
They raced to the Commander’s apartment. Two members of his detail stood outside his door.
“It’s been quiet, sir,” Private Berk said to Valek. “But he’s probably still awake.”
Valek exchanged a glance with Onora. She held her hands close to her daggers. He knocked on the door and a faint “Come in” sounded. They entered, ready to fight if needed.
The Commander sat in his armchair by the fire, sipping a glass of brandy and still wearing his all-black uniform. A book lay across his lap. No one else was in sight.
Ambrose set the glass down and studied them with his golden gaze. “Where’s the emergency?”
“We’re hoping not here.” Valek strode into the room, seeking magic and scanning for intruders. “Has anything unusual happened? Has anyone been here? Or tried to get in?”
“There’s nothing to worry about, Valek. All is well.”
Valek paused and stared at the Commander. “I’d still like to—”
“No need. I’m sure you have quite the story to tell, but it’s late and I’m in no mood to hear it. Report to the war room first thing tomorrow morning.” He glanced at Onora. “Just you, Valek. You’re dismissed.”
The Commander’s complete lack of curiosity about Valek’s mission alarmed him along with the comment that there was nothing to worry about. The Commander never believed all is well. Ambrose considered relaxing your guard to be something that would be exploited by your enemy in no time. However, Valek couldn’t press the issue. Not with Onora standing there.
“Yes, sir,” Valek said.
They left and closed the door. Valek remained in the hallway, considering his next move.
“Magic?” Onora asked him with concern.
“Not that I felt.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Everything.”
* * *
Valek sent Onora to help with the horses and to instruct Janco to complete a perimeter check of the castle, including the barracks, stables, kennels and training areas, seeking magic. If Owen was here, he’d be hiding behind one of Rika’s illusions. Valek concentrated on all the interior rooms and halls inside the castle. The odd-shaped structure had more hidden places than a labyrinth. Starting in the dungeon and working his way up, he searched for a stickiness in the air that meant magic was in use.
The air remained clear until Valek encountered a brief touch near the rooms reserved for his officers. He followed the tackiness down the hallway. One lantern remained lit, casting a sickly yellow glow on the gray stone walls. A door jerked open, and Valek yanked his knives from their sheaths.
Ari’s six-foot-four-inch frame filled the threshold. He brandished a long dagger, but relaxed when he spotted Valek. “I’ll be damned. You were right.”
“I was right about what?” Valek asked.
“Not you.” Ari stepped aside. “Reema. She said you were creeping around.”
Reema poked her head out from behind Ari. Her blond corkscrew curls fanned her face like a lion’s mane. That explained the magic. While no one, not even Master Magician Irys, could pick up on Reema’s magic, both Valek and Opal suspected she used it. But it didn’t explain the strength. Before, Valek had to be standing right next to her in order to sense her power. That puzzle would have to wait.
“I wasn’t creeping. I’m checking for intruders,” Valek said.
Ari straightened. “What can I do?”
“Stay with Reema.”
The big man pressed his lips together, but kept quiet.
“Are the others back, as well?” Reema asked. “My dad and Janco?”
“Janco
