staccato heartbeat and the stale air suffocated her. She swallowed back a cry when her fingers sank into some sticky substance on the wall.
A spider’s web? Sweet Lord. If only the remnants of a web and the creature within were the worst of her troubles....
“I’m okay.” A lie.
She was bone-cold and shaking. Retrieving the glove in her pocket, she slipped her fingers inside and willed away thoughts of the men with rounds of ammunition strapped to their vests and the sound of gunfire outside.
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Drei didn’t reply. She could barely see his face, only the pinpoint beam of light that sliced through the endless darkness.
“Frightened,” she finally admitted. “Worried about the villagers.” And so, so guilty because she had been advised not to make this trip.
“The general has secured the gate and called for reinforcements.” Drei’s deep whisper embraced the dark, soothed with its tone. He liked this answer much better than the first one she had given. “He and his unit will capture these thugs.”
“You think they’re criminals?” That surprised her. Why would criminals bother with an attack when they could all too easily cross Ninsele’s borders—one more problem that hadn’t yet been solved?
“They’re thugs no matter who finances them.”
Ah, Mirie understood. Of course they were after her. Why else would anyone bother this sleepy village? And Drei would take any attempt against her personally.
She should never have risked leaving Briere, no matter how much she had wanted to be here for Bunică. Her selfish decision would impact everyone now because the NRPG could not deploy aircraft to pursue their attackers. The nearest air base was at the country’s western border and it belonged to Hungary. And Ninsele didn’t need the bad press. Not now. Not so close to the arrival of the European Commission’s representatives. Would they call off the talks, fearing for their safety? Had she just sabotaged all the progress they’d made toward the stabilization plan?
Was it any wonder she was struggling to breathe?
“The people expected a meal with a princess,” she said. “A celebration of a life lived with love.”
Was it really so much to ask for the princess they had treated as their own to speak at a funeral?
“They’ll have tales to tell their kids,” Drei said. “And they will celebrate life. Geta’s memorial and their own escape. The meal is already prepared.”
If they escaped. Mirie prayed he was right, appreciated his effort to reassure her.
But words and kindness couldn’t take away the guilt. She was responsible for her selfish choice to leave the safety of the royal compound. Now people were running for safety and fleeing armed paramilitaries.
How many would be killed like the priest?
“The general will make inquiries,” Drei continued, clearly determined to reassure her. “We’ll know by the time we get back to Briere. Who knows? Maybe some group will claim responsibility and save us the trouble of a search.”
“You hope.”
That made his gaze soften just a bit.
“I do.”
They both knew the trouble with assassins and revolutionaries was that they usually didn’t want to be identified. Secrecy gave them power. A terrorist cell would claim responsibility immediately and whip the media into a frenzy to frighten people.
“Let’s keep moving.” Drei locked his fingers around her wrist and guided her hand around his waist. His touch was solid, a reminder against worrying about things they could not control. Drawing her close, he pointed the red beam of his flashlight into the darkness.
Mirie kept pace beside him, concealed by his broad chest, chiding herself for her weakness. She had known the risks when deciding to make this journey. Yet she had hoped for the best, had felt she deserved to make this trip. She had survived when her family had not. She had a purpose to fulfill, an obligation. And she asked nothing in return. Only a chance to bury the woman who had loved her like a grandmother.
“How did you know about the altar?” Drei asked.
“Bunică was always afraid I would be discovered and instructed me how to escape.”
“She was wise.” He wanted to distract her. Her protector in body and spirit. Always.
But he couldn’t protect her from the truth.
“Has the general confirmed any casualties?” Innocent people had become targets. People guilty of no more than burying their dead, of lingering to get close to a princess.
Anyone who came near her was at risk.
She was poison.
Mirie could imagine the funeral procession in the wake of her escape, people frantic and screaming for their lives as they raced down the road for the gate, some whose steps would have been slowed by age or infirmity.
Had they stood any chance of reaching safety?
“Your Royal Highness.” Drei stretched out the syllables, a stern warning. “The general knows his duty. And the potential risks. He brought only his best men. They will secure the situation. Trust that much, at least.”
He knew her so well. She forgot that most of the time.
“I do.” But the cost of even one life was one that could never be calculated.
There were no answers in the passage that curved tightly in upon itself. The footing was treacherous. Drei moved along awkwardly, using the wall to brace himself. He kept her locked against him, steadied her as the floor descended sharply.
Mirie had known of the passage, but had never traveled it. The exit was far from the village, a place one might be able to escape through gorges that sliced a path toward the northern border. The secret of the passage was held tightly by only a few on the elder council, passed down through generations to those trusted with the villagers’ safety.
“You knew of this passage but not the altar?” she asked.
“I’ve spent a lot of years formulating escape routes in case we needed them. I’m sure Geta wanted you to have escape options even from me.”
He was right. Bunică had witnessed the effects of trusting the wrong people. But Mirie had to trust Drei. Otherwise, how could she function?
“Then it’s good we work together,” she said calmly, when she felt anything but. “You know where this passage leads?”
“The general vicinity.”
“Think we’ll be able to escape?”
“Yes.”
“Would you tell me if the answer was no?” She felt the motion as he slanted his head, as though peering down at her.
“No.”
