“All that smoke will be attracting attention soon,” Deathmask said, confirming Grayson’s fears.
“You bastard,” Tracy said, tears in her eyes. “I’ll kill you, I promise it.”
“Shouldn’t make promises you won’t keep,” Veliana said.
“Last chance,” Deathmask said. “Partners, or the executioner’s axe. Your choice.”
“Tracy,” Grayson said as movement across the rooftops caught his eye. “You do exactly as I say, you understand?”
She nodded. Lowering his swords, Grayson stood to his full height, delaying as long as possible. He had to time it just right, just when the attack hit...
“I guess I have little choice,” he said. “But I’m thinking I’d much rather have you dead.”
Spinning about, he leapt into door of the shop, smashing it open with his shoulder. Tracy followed without hesitation. Barging in, they flung themselves to the side, avoiding another barrage of daggers. Grayson rolled onto his back, swords up to fend off an attack that didn’t come.
Explosions of fire rocked the street, and they weren’t from Deathmask. Shrapnel from the wagons clacked against the side of the shop, and a long plank shattered a window. Tracy crouched low to the floor, stunned by the sudden barrage of combat.
“We should go help kill…”
“No,” Grayson said. “Either they’ll live or they’ll die. I’m not foolish enough to step in the middle.”
The ringing of steel on steel intensified. From the window, Grayson heard a roar of wind, and then what sounded like a battering ram slamming into a castle gate.
“Who’s out there?” Tracy asked, stunned.
In answer, Grayson only shook his head.
In less than a minute, the combat was over. Holding his swords at the ready, Grayson made his way to the door and stepped out to survey the wreckage. Their wagons were ruined, each one exploded into pieces. Three of the nearby buildings burned, and a fourth had a gaping hole in its front, from what, he could only guess. There were no other bodies on the ground besides Boggs. Tracy rushed over to her brother, cradling his head in her hands. Tears flowed down her face, but only for a moment.
“What happened here?” she asked as she calmly removed the rings from his ear.
“Saw their coat for just an instant, but the damage is enough to answer,” Grayson said, putting away his swords. “Still think it was a mistake to hire them, but at least they saved our ass instead of getting in the way.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Bloodcrafts,” Grayson said. “If the Ash Guild lives through this, it’ll be a miracle.”
Tracy paled at the name.
“We need to check on the rest,” she said. “The Ash Guild might not have been the only one to...”
“No,” Grayson said, offering her his hand. “We need to move, now. The city guard will be here any second, and we can’t risk them finding our cache. We must take whatever we can carry, and then hide.”
Tracy nodded, pocketed the last of Boggs’s earrings. She kissed his burned forehead and then whispered into his ear.
“I’m sorry.”
She took Grayson’s hand and stood. Inside the shop, they gathered every bag they could carry, and as the first of many arrived to investigate the destruction, the two ducked into the nearest alley and lost themselves in the darker parts of the city.
22
Zusa was in her room when Alyssa found her.
“What are you doing?” Alyssa asked. Zusa ignored her, instead continuing to put on her wrappings inch by inch. Lifting one arm, she began circling them across her breast, around her sides, and then back again. Loop after loop after loop....
Alyssa grabbed her hands, forcing her to stop.
“Look at me,” she said. “Zusa...”
“I have to go,” Zusa said, gently taking Alyssa’s hands in hers, then pulling herself free so she might continue to dress.
“Go? Go where? I need you here. You know that. Whoever it is...this Widow...he followed us here. He’s here. And you’re to leave me?”
Zusa turned her back to Alyssa, not wanting to see the worry in her eyes. It was dark now, but in the waning hours of daylight they’d found another body, this one dumped against the walls of the Connington estate, a crossbow bolt still stuck in her chest. It had been one of the servants left behind to care for Alyssa’s mansion while it was repaired. Her eyes had been removed, coins replacing them. The rhyme had mocked Alyssa directly yet again.
tongue of gold, eyes of silver
run, run gemcroft whore
from the widow’s quiver
Stephen had sent the guards into a frenzy searching, furious that such a thing had been done without them noticing. Zusa, though, had only stared as the walls closed in around her. She’d calmly walked to her room, stripped naked, sharpened her daggers, and then began to dress.