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Tiergan whispered to the Dolmertian.
The Dolmertian pointed to the quiet entrance near the back of the palace. “There will be guards stationed inside. Give me ten minutes and I’ll find someone who will clear the area without suspicion.”
Tiergan frowned, realizing the palace wasn’t as unguarded as he’d thought. With guards stationed on the inside of some of the entrances, they had created the illusion of weak areas, thus setting the perfect trap. He conceded that the Dolmertian King might know a thing or two about warfare.
“I’ll give you five,” Tiergan replied.
The Dolmertian scowled, but did not argue. Exactly four minutes later he returned with a smirk. “It’s clear but we will need to leave a different way, especially if we are to draw out the prince.”
“That doesn’ t concern me.”
“You have not forgotten our agreement,” the Dolmertian said with a little more force than Tiergan cared for.
“Get me to the girl first,” Tiergan said, his voice almost a growl.
They inched along a low wall and then took the stairs three at a time until they entered a long hall from which they could turn either right or left. The Dolmertian pointed to a closed door at the end of the hall.
“There is a stairwell behind that door,” he said. “It will lead us to where we need to go.”
Tiergan brushed passed the Dolmertian and made his way to the end of the hall. The Dolmertian’s arrogance bothered him. The sooner he could get rid of him, the better.
He tore up the stairs, his lungs filling with the breath of victory. She was within arm’s reach now. He could feel it. Another slave to serve him.
The Dolmertian pushed forward as they reached the top of the stairs, his shoulder bumping into Tiergan’s. Tiergan resisted the urge to slam the man’s head into the wall. Instead, he followed him around countless corners and down long corridors until they came to a sudden halt. Peaking around the corner, the Dolmertian made a quick step back and pressed himself against the wall.
“ What is it?” Tiergan said.
“Guards. Four of them.”
“Is that all?” Tiergan turned to Demyan. “Dispose of the bodies somewhere unseen. Be certain to leave no trace.”
W ith the ease of someone strolling through a garden, Demyan smirked and rounded the corner. Tiergan followed, eager to witness Demyan’s skill in action. It didn’t take long for the guards to notice them, but Demyan had already lifted his bow. An arrow shot through the air and struck the first guard in the eye, killing him on impact. The second guard’s hand flashed toward his sword, but another arrow caught it before he could grasp the hilt. His fingers strained white as he pulled against the shaft pinning his hand to his side. He glanced at his wound and then looked up just in time to receive another arrow between his brows.
The remaining two guards drew their swords and crouched low, but Demyan stalked forward with the confidence of a panther. He carried only a small knife, and yet Tiergan knew the two guards didn’t stand a chance. Demyan advanced until the guards had no choice but to swing their weapons. He ducked and rolled to the side, sinking his knife into the back of one. As he pulled the knife upward he raised his leg and kicked the other guard in the head. Neither one made a sound as they fell to the ground. The entire confrontation took less than a minute and gave off no more than a muffle of sound.
Tiergan smiled at his favorite weapon. Demyan had served him well. Without hesitation Demyan hefted one of the bodies and hauled him out of sight. Tiergan motioned for the Dolmertian to assist him. That left him alone to apprehend the girl.
Tiergan stepped forward and rea ched out to grasp the handle. The door gave way under his weight and opened to a light, feminine room.
And there she was. The Incenaga.
Chapter 9. Threat
Emmeline turned her head toward the open door and her eyebrows rose at the sight of an
The Dolmertian pointed to the quiet entrance near the back of the palace. “There will be guards stationed inside. Give me ten minutes and I’ll find someone who will clear the area without suspicion.”
Tiergan frowned, realizing the palace wasn’t as unguarded as he’d thought. With guards stationed on the inside of some of the entrances, they had created the illusion of weak areas, thus setting the perfect trap. He conceded that the Dolmertian King might know a thing or two about warfare.
“I’ll give you five,” Tiergan replied.
The Dolmertian scowled, but did not argue. Exactly four minutes later he returned with a smirk. “It’s clear but we will need to leave a different way, especially if we are to draw out the prince.”
“That doesn’ t concern me.”
“You have not forgotten our agreement,” the Dolmertian said with a little more force than Tiergan cared for.
“Get me to the girl first,” Tiergan said, his voice almost a growl.
They inched along a low wall and then took the stairs three at a time until they entered a long hall from which they could turn either right or left. The Dolmertian pointed to a closed door at the end of the hall.
“There is a stairwell behind that door,” he said. “It will lead us to where we need to go.”
Tiergan brushed passed the Dolmertian and made his way to the end of the hall. The Dolmertian’s arrogance bothered him. The sooner he could get rid of him, the better.
He tore up the stairs, his lungs filling with the breath of victory. She was within arm’s reach now. He could feel it. Another slave to serve him.
The Dolmertian pushed forward as they reached the top of the stairs, his shoulder bumping into Tiergan’s. Tiergan resisted the urge to slam the man’s head into the wall. Instead, he followed him around countless corners and down long corridors until they came to a sudden halt. Peaking around the corner, the Dolmertian made a quick step back and pressed himself against the wall.
“ What is it?” Tiergan said.
“Guards. Four of them.”
“Is that all?” Tiergan turned to Demyan. “Dispose of the bodies somewhere unseen. Be certain to leave no trace.”
W ith the ease of someone strolling through a garden, Demyan smirked and rounded the corner. Tiergan followed, eager to witness Demyan’s skill in action. It didn’t take long for the guards to notice them, but Demyan had already lifted his bow. An arrow shot through the air and struck the first guard in the eye, killing him on impact. The second guard’s hand flashed toward his sword, but another arrow caught it before he could grasp the hilt. His fingers strained white as he pulled against the shaft pinning his hand to his side. He glanced at his wound and then looked up just in time to receive another arrow between his brows.
The remaining two guards drew their swords and crouched low, but Demyan stalked forward with the confidence of a panther. He carried only a small knife, and yet Tiergan knew the two guards didn’t stand a chance. Demyan advanced until the guards had no choice but to swing their weapons. He ducked and rolled to the side, sinking his knife into the back of one. As he pulled the knife upward he raised his leg and kicked the other guard in the head. Neither one made a sound as they fell to the ground. The entire confrontation took less than a minute and gave off no more than a muffle of sound.
Tiergan smiled at his favorite weapon. Demyan had served him well. Without hesitation Demyan hefted one of the bodies and hauled him out of sight. Tiergan motioned for the Dolmertian to assist him. That left him alone to apprehend the girl.
Tiergan stepped forward and rea ched out to grasp the handle. The door gave way under his weight and opened to a light, feminine room.
And there she was. The Incenaga.
Chapter 9. Threat
Emmeline turned her head toward the open door and her eyebrows rose at the sight of an
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