Fire Study
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A familiar voice said, “I made a promise to her. I want her to know who has her, and what we plan to do to her.”
Footsteps approached and I tried to put a name to the familiar voice. My mind churned as if mired in river mud.
“Take the gag off,” Familiar Voice said from behind me.
One of the guards removed the leather strap. A mixture of pain and relief flowed into my cracked lips. I licked them, tasting blood. Other aches and cramps woke. Only the sight of a pair of black riding boots covered with dust could distract me from my medley of aches.
My gaze followed the boots up to jodhpurs that disappeared under a gray riding cloak. I squinted in the firelight, hoping the person in front of me was an illusion.
The cocky smirk caused my heart to stutter. And when he kicked me in the ribs, I knew all hopes for a pleasant reunion were gone. I coughed and wheezed as the pain shot through my body.
“That’s for hitting me with Curare!” He kicked me again. “And that’s just because I can.”
His words sounded thin and distant, reaching me through my efforts to reclaim my breath. He loomed over me. When the sharp pain dulled to a loud throb, I struggled to a sitting position. I glanced around. Four guards stood a few feet away and I counted three Daviian Vermin nearby, but I couldn’t tell if they were Warpers or not.
“Cahil,” I said between gasps. “You’re still…scared. Of me.”
He laughed. The washed-out blue of his eyes sparked with amusement.
“Yelena, you’re the one who should be scared.” He crouched down.
We were face-to-face. He held a dart between us. A drop of clear liquid hung from the end. Fear coiled in my stomach as I smelled the sweet odor. Curare. I tried not to let my terror show on my face.
“I allowed you this brief moment of lucidity. Listen closely. Remember what I said to you the last time we were together?”
“When you wanted to exchange me for Marrok?”
“No. When I promised to find a person who could defeat you and Valek. I’ve met with success. In fact, you have already had an encounter with my champion.”
“Ferde?” I played the simpleton to prolong the conversation, hoping my slow mind would produce a plan for escape.
“Act the fool, but I know better. My champion makes you sweat with fear and desire. The Fire Warper has been called to this world with one mission. To capture you. And you’re powerless against him.” Pure satisfaction shone on Cahil’s face. “I will deliver you to Jal and the Fire Warper. Jal will perform the Kirakawa ritual’s binding ceremony on you, taking your powers as the Fire Warper claims your soul.”
My mind buzzed with the need to stop him yet produced nothing intelligent. I couldn’t even connect with the power source. “And what do you get, Cahil?”
“I get to witness your death and watch your heart mate suffer before he meets the same end.”
“But Jal gains power. Do you really believe Jal will let you rule? And what about the Fire Warper? Do you think he’ll be content to go back after his task is complete?”
“He has come asking for you. Once he has you, he’ll go back. Then Jal rules Sitia, and I rule Ixia.”
I saw a faint trace of uncertainty in Cahil’s eyes. My mind pulled free from the mire of the goo-goo juice and I made a connection. “Before you said you called him. Now you say he has come. Which one is it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes it does. If you called him, you have control over him.”
He shrugged. “Jal will deal with him. As long as I have Ixia. I don’t care.”
“You should care. The need for power is addicting. Ask your Daviian friends about the history of the Sandseed Clan and the Daviian Mountains . Then you’ll realize Jal won’t be content with just ruling Sitia. Once your usefulness is gone, you will be too.”
“You’re just trying to trick me. I know better than to listen to you.”
He tried to stab the dart into my throat. I fell back and pulled power as Cahil pinned me with his weight. With no time to think, I focused the magic on my neck as he jabbed the dart into my skin. Closing my eyes, I treated the area as I would an injury. In my mind’s eye, I saw the Curare as a pulsing red light, spreading through my throat. I used power to push the liquid back through the tiny hole in my skin. It trickled down the side of my neck.
My gaze met Cahil’s when I opened my eyes. He stared at me with a mixture of triumph and hatred.
Hoping he hadn’t seen the drug run out, I said, “Pay close attention, Cahil. You’ll see the truth.” I acted as if I had been paralyzed, unfocusing my eyes and letting my body go slack.
He grunted and stood. “I’ve seen the truth. That’s why I want you dead.”
The Vermin joined him next to the fire, and I watched them from the corner of my eye.
“I felt magic. Brief. Did she use her power on you?” one of the Vermin asked Cahil.
“No. I got her in time.”
They discussed their plans for leaving in the morning.
When the others moved to set up camp, Cahil said, “I should kill her now.”
Alarmed replies told him it would be imprudent. For the first time ever, I agreed with the Vermin.
“Jal needs her and we do not wish to infuriate the Fire Warper,” another said.
“Why should I care about infuriating the Fire Warper?” Cahil asked. “I’m in charge. He should answer to me. He should worry about infuriating me, especially after the fiasco in the jungle.”