Him in his heavy armor, her in her wrappings, there was no chance, not for him. Her daggers pierced his back before he could finish opening the thick door at the top. Pushing the body behind her, she let it roll and tumble as an obstacle to the others chasing after. The door was not locked, and she flew through it. Beside the door was a heavy bar, and she wedged it into the nailed handles on either side of the entrance. The dungeon sealed, she had time now, perhaps enough to escape.
For a moment she forced her exhausted mind to think of the layout, to piece together where she was. The dungeon was located near the back of the temple. She stood in a short hallway, one way leading toward storage for various supplies and dried foods. The other was toward the barracks. Fists pounded on the opposite side of the door behind her, but she laughed at their helplessness. The temple was dark, quiet. Getting in might have proved difficult, especially with a trap laid for her. But getting out?
She ran, nothing but a shadow. She slipped through the barracks, with only a single young priest walking the halls. He never saw her coming. Her dagger cut his throat, and her hand muffled his dying gasp. On she ran, until reaching the grand worship hall. Peeking out from a door, she saw three men kneeling in prayer at the statue of Karak, his enormous presence bathed in purple fire. Zusa thought to kill them, but escape was her priority now, not vengeance. Crawling along the floor, she slipped through the pews, careful to make not a sound.
Two guards watched the door, spears in hand. When she reached the final pew, she sprinted out, deriving sick pleasure at the stunned look on the guards’ faces at her sudden appearance. In such close quarters, the spears were useless against her daggers. She cut them down, kicked open the door, and then rolled to avoid the bolts of shadow that leapt from the hands of the three priests who had been in prayer.
Now in open air, nothing would stop her. She ran across the courtyard, vaulted over the gates, and then left the temple far behind.
Zusa wanted to return to Alyssa, ached to be in a place she could call home, but did not. Vrashka had said Daverik felt unwell, and sought fresh air. Zusa knew there was more to it than that. With her balance teetering, she ran, her path weaving side to side through the street as if she were intoxicated. Her stomach ached, her tongue thirst for water, but on she went, until at last she reached the secluded gap by the wall where they’d first met.
Just as she thought, Daverik was there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Instead of his robes, he wore the plain clothes he’d had when first meeting her.
“I hope you didn’t kill too many,” he said, smiling at her arrival.
“Why?” she asked. “Why tell me how to escape?”
Daverik shook his head.
“It saddens me you have to ask. Do you think I lie to you, Zusa? That my feelings are false? I traveled across the entire continent to see you once again. I have slept with nightmares of our last moments together for ten long years. To see you beaten, humiliated, tortured into submission...”
He sighed.
“You know I can’t do that. No matter the blasphemy you might speak. No matter how hardened your heart is against me. And you were right, Zusa. Even if you came back, they’d have killed you. I can’t accept that. I won’t. They’re wrong about that, wrong about you, and I will stop them.”
Zusa bit back her retort, unwilling to spit in the face of the man who had helped her escape.
“What is going on?” she asked. “What role does the temple play in all this?”
“That I cannot say, for I do not know.”
“Then what do you know?”
“That you have a choice, one I’m not sure you’ll be willing to make.”
Something about the sudden shift of his tone made her throat clench.
“What do you mean?”
Daverik crossed his arms, and he looked to the sky so he might stare at the stars when he spoke.
“I know the man who has been playing puppeteer here in Veldaren. His name is Laerek, a priest from Mordeina. He was to meet with me tonight, very soon, but I have no intention of going. I have no desire to maintain this position I am in, to be taskmaster over the Faceless.”
Zusa clutched her daggers tight, and had to fight back her excitement at finally having a name, a person to hunt.
“You said there was a choice.”
“Indeed,” he said, pulling his gaze back down from the stars to her. “If you come with me, we can flee the city tonight, hide where not even the temple can find us. I’ll leave all gods and kings behind. I only came back here for you, Zusa, just for you. No one will know, no one will have reason to think you didn’t vanish into hiding back at Alyssa’s.”