“I felt you,” she said. “When you arrived, I felt you. I was surprised. But you heard what I heard?”
“Probably not as clearly as you did. It was confusing.”
“Human thoughts always are. You speak the Old Language,” she said with a smile. “That means you can translate.”
“I’ll have to practice.”
“So we’ll practice.” She took his hand. “Where are we?”
“An inn that Sura knows. He says the owners are discreet.”
“And when will you go to the compound?”
Leo dropped his voice. “We’ll do some reconnaissance tonight. We might even go first thing in the morning if it looks like a straightforward raid.”
“The Grigori thoughts were unguarded,” she said. “They’ll be no match for Irin and free Grigori warriors.”
“Let’s hope not.” Leo put an arm around her shoulders. “If we can scatter them and take their charges, that will be enough for me.”
Chapter Seventeen
They didn’t want to leave her at the inn alone, but they weren’t expecting her to fight.
Their loss, Kyra decided. She could fight, especially against the scared boys who populated the compound in the hills. She’d seen the pictures Niran and Leo had brought back. She’d seen the small houses and the women, two with small children and one heavily pregnant.
“I can help with the women,” she said. “I’ve fought before. I’m not helpless.”
“Do you speak Shan or Burmese?” Alyah asked.
“No.”
“Then you won’t be much help,” the Irina said, strapping on various knives and a small pistol. “Stay with the van and keep your head down. Don’t attract attention if you can help it. Leo will be distracted enough as it is.”
Kyra suppressed the urge to hit something. Unlike Leo, who could learn languages with a few looks, Kyra didn’t have that gift. Though she was fluent in English, Greek, Bulgarian, Serbian, Turkish, and French, she had no knowledge of Asian languages. She’d never had any reason to think she would need them.
She sat in the rear of the van, watching Niran and Leo draw in the dirt as Sura looked on.
He’d come back to her the night before, fresh with excitement for the coming skirmish, even though he thought it would be a small challenge. It didn’t matter. He was a warrior at heart, like her brothers. They were never happier than when they could battle an enemy. In this case, Niran and Sura were hoping Arindam’s Grigori would flee before they confronted them. They had no desire to hurt boys unless the boys were dangerous to the humans in the valley, and according to Sura, there were no rumors of human deaths. Like his own brothers, the Grigori in this compound seemed to be living peacefully.
Kyra had her doubts.
She’d heard the thoughts of the Grigori in the compound. Though they might have been controlling themselves, it wasn’t out of any great love for humanity. They were simply wary of attracting attention. She’d heard their hunger and greed. She had no illusions that they were the same kind of disciplined band that Sura and Niran led.
“I don’t like this,” Kyra told Leo when he approached her.
He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. “I’ll be fine.”
“I think you’re all underestimating them.”
“Why?”
“They’re ruled by fear,” she said. “Didn’t you hear them too?”
Leo shook his head. “I only heard a fraction of what you did.”
“But you heard their fear?”
“Of Arindam? Yes.”
“Frightened creatures pushed into a corner can be the most vicious,” she said. “They strike out unpredictably.”
Leo nodded.
“Just be careful.”
Leo narrowed his eyes. “Maybe I should take you with me. Not to fight, but to be where I can keep an eye on you.”
“I’d be a distraction. Alyah is right in that. I’d like to help with the women.”
“Help with the van,” he said. “It’s early, but if anyone comes along, you can play the helpless tourist.”
They’d propped up the hood of the van. That way, if anyone looked, it would appear that Kyra was waiting on the rest of her party to return with help for the busted vehicle. There were more donkey carts than cars on the road, but Sura speculated that no one would question a tourist van with an engine problem too closely.
“You have your knives?” Leo asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kissed the top of her head. “We’re ready to go. Keep safe, and we’ll be back shortly. I have my phone in my vest if you need me. If anything happens, call.”
Without a backward glance, Niran, Sura, Alyah, and Leo jogged off into the forest, leaving Kyra behind.
Leo hated leaving Kyra with the van, but there was little she could do against trained warriors. She was proficient against humans, and she’d be fine with the women, but she didn’t speak the language. Any assistance she could give would be more of a distraction than anything else. Niran wanted to go in quick and get out quicker.
They jogged down a rabbit trail through the forest, Sura leading the way. When he held up a fist, they all stopped on top of a small ridge. Switching to hand signals, he indicated he and Alyah would go right, toward the women’s cottages, while Leo and Niran took on the main house where the Grigori lived. Leo brushed a hand over his talesm prim, noticing that Niran was chanting a mantra under his breath. Like Leo’s talesm, Niran’s Sak Yant lit with a low silver glow.
Though he’d never fought with Niran before, the Grigori moved much like Malachi, swift and silent. Following him, Leo ducked under vines and low-hanging tree limbs. He could see the steep roof of the building under the ridge.
They came upon the first guard at the end of the trail. His eyes went wide a second before Niran fell on him, covering his mouth and pressing his thumb into a point under the man’s armpit. The man went limp at his knees, then with a swift blow to the head, Niran rendered him unconscious.
Tucking the guard under a bush, Niran nodded to Leo to continue down the path.
Leo found the second guard at the top of a stone staircase. He didn’t use any fancy pressure points; he just punched the Grigori in the jaw, his massive fist snapping the man’s head back as his eyes rolled up. He put the guard under a tree and followed Niran down the stairs.
The Thai Grigori moved with unearthly speed. Even Leo, who was known for his quick feet, had trouble keeping up. It was a blitz attack. Another guard met, another crumpled in a heap at Niran’s feet.
They met their first real resistance when they entered the temple. Instead of the Buddha typical at the head of the altar, there was a great gold male figure with wings, his arms spread upward with two snakes wrapped around his wrists. Two Grigori knelt before him. Before Niran could reach them, the men spun and rushed Leo and Niran, gold knives in their hands.
“Behind you!” Leo shouted, catching movement from the corner of his eye.
Niran tossed his opponent in Leo’s direction, spun, and met the two Grigori who had been standing behind the great doors of the temple.
All four Grigori bore knives and looked ready to use them.
Leo drew his silver knife, no longer reluctant to meet his attackers. Sticking out his foot, he hooked his ankle behind the knee of one Grigori, bringing the man to his knees. With a quick stab, he drove his blade into the neck of the Grigori soldier, shoving him to the side as he dissolved into dust at Leo’s feet. The other man jabbed Leo in the ribs with his blade, but Leo’s talesm did not allow the blade to bite. Deflected by Leo’s magic, the Grigori came again, quicker than Leo had expected. These soldiers were young but not untested.
A flurry of blows met his knee and his kidney, nearly taking Leo to his knees. He brought his elbow around, smashing the face of the Grigori with one quick blow. The man reeled back, stunned by the sudden strike, then Leo darted behind him and brought his blade down quickly and cleanly into the spine of the second Grigori.
Dust in the air.
Leo turned and saw Niran still fighting one of the Grigori guards. The other lay on the ground, clutching his stomach while blood pooled beneath him. Leo started toward him, determined to put the Grigori out of his misery.
“Wait!” Niran said, striking his opponent to the ground with an open hand and a hooked ankle. “I want to question that one.” He struck the Grigori again, snapping the man’s neck with a sickening punch. The Grigori fell in a heap, his neck at an unnatural angle.
Niran walked over and flipped the bleeding Grigori to his back.
“Arindam,” he asked. “Where is he?”
“Not here,” the Grigori said, blood bubbling from his lips. “Not for months.”
“Who took our sister?”
“Irin.”
“You lie.”
“Irin”—he coughed up blood—“and two of our Chin brothers from the west.”
“Where is Prija now?” Niran asked.
“Too… dangerous. Chao-Tzang sent her away. He said she could not stay here. Our brother screamed and grabbed his head. She burned his mind.”
“Yes,” Niran said. “She does that. Tell me where they took her.”
“West.”
“I need more information than that.” Niran pressed the heel of his hand into the man’s belly, ignoring the screams. “Tell me where.”