Assassin’s End
The Sighted Assassin
D.K. Holmberg
ASH Publishing
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
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1
Darkness crept over the roofs of buildings, long shadows stretching along once-familiar streets as I made my way through Elaeavn cupping my pouch and darts close to my side, careful not to make any noise. The only sound was that of my breath in my ears and the pounding of my heart, enough that a Listener might know how to find me, but hopefully not any others.
Cael walked next to me, her feet no louder than slippers on tile, a natural as she stalked through the darkness wrapped in a long wool cloak and now carrying a slender knife in one hand that fit her nearly as well as the cloak.
“You’re too cautious,” she whispered to me.
“I don’t like being here.”
She laughed softly, the sound at once so sweet and surprising. A part of me still couldn’t believe that she had chosen to stay with me after returning to the city. I had wanted nothing more than to return her safely—and I had—but now that we were here… now I wished that I could be anywhere else.
“This is your home,” she said.
I shook my head. “This hasn’t been my home for more years than I wish to remember.”
I used to think that I knew the course of my life. There was a time when I thought I would be a healer, not a Healer like Della, but at least one who would be able to help the people of my homeland. A single mistake changed all that, left me exiled from my home. Forgotten. And now I had returned.
A different person returned to Elaeavn than the one who had left. Forced to leave, really. The person who left wanted to learn how to heal, how to use plants and medicines to take illness from those who suffered. The person who returned had learned to twist that knowledge and turn it against them. I had taken the knowledge that Della had so freely offered, and Isander had tainted it.
“This is still your home,” Cael whispered.
We stopped along a wide street in what was called Lower Town, the poorer part of the city, and a place where I felt most comfortable after my years living outside of Elaeavn. When I had been here, I hadn’t realized the graft and corruption within Lower Town. Criminals and thieves weren’t the kind of people Della served. She was a Healer, gifted in ways that I still didn’t understand, and helped countless people, so many without the ability to pay. Only, it had been the one who had the means to pay who had changed the course of my life.
“My home is wherever you are,” I said to her.
She leaned toward me, rising on her toes to do so, and kissed me gently on the cheek. “We’re both exiles now, Galen.”
Exiles, but of a different sort. Cael had chosen exile in order to be with me, whereas I had been forced from the city. I wonder if I would make the same choice were our places reversed… but knew that I would. She hadn’t needed to Compel me to convince me to help, though, with her gifts, it wouldn’t have been difficult for her to have done so. I had never met someone as gifted as her.
“You can still return,” I said.
Her brow furrowed, an expression I had come to recognize as concern sweeping across her eyes. “I don’t know that I can. My father… you don’t know him the way that I know him.”
I considered my brief experience with her father. As one of the Elvraeth council, he had made a point of telling me how little he thought of his daughter staying with me. More than that, he had made a point of sharing what he would do to keep me away from her. What must he think now that she had chosen to stay with me?
She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek again. “Come on.”
We pushed open the door to the tavern. Warmth radiated from it in a way that taverns in Eban never did. There, they were cold and dirty places, little more than a front for prostitution. I knew those taverns well. Not for the prostitution, but for the people and information that could be gleaned there.
A musician played in the back of the tavern, and I studied him. Experience had taught me that musicians could be more than they appeared, sometimes dangerously so. This one seemed little more than a flutist, his lively dance lifting the mood.
My eyes darted around, settling on the massive hearth. Fire glowed within, pushing back the chill of the night. Decorations—surprisingly all seemingly made of the rare metal lorcith and all exquisite creations—rested on the mantle, so out of place for a tavern like this in Lower Town. They would be out of place anywhere in the city other than the palace.
Within the tavern, I counted seven people. Two appeared to work in the tavern: one pale-eyed man who moved quickly between tables, carrying ale, and another younger woman with sharp features who watched him. The tavern must be hers, I decided.
In Eban, most taverns belonged to women. The Binders ran the taverns—and the prostitutes—as they gathered information. Elaeavn didn’t have such trade in flesh, but that didn’t mean there weren’t similarities.
An interesting question came to mind: Would Carth have reached Elaeavn?
I hadn’t thought of her in months. It had been that long since she had last come through Eban. Each time she did, she paid me a visit, usually leaving a pouch full of supplies and fresh darts. I never knew if it was payment for services that I still owed, or if it was for what I had already done. It probably didn’t matter either way. If Carth intended to use me, there wasn’t much that I would be able to do about it anyway. It wouldn’t surprise me if she could reach me even here in Elaeavn.
Lorst sat at a table, staring at the door. He had looked up when we entered and set his mug of ale down. Both hands rested on the table next to it, but I had learned that with him, that didn’t matter.
“Come on, Galen,” Cael urged.
I let her pull me forward, and we stopped at the table in front of Lorst. “Della said that we’d find you here,” Cael said.
“She shouldn’t have told you about this place,” Lorst said.
The woman sitting next to him punched him in the shoulder. I considered a moment. She had dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders, a sharp nose that seemed turned slightly up, and dee
p green eyes that took in more than I would have expected. Sighted, then. A flower hung in a necklace, a beautifully designed piece of work that likely would have cost more than I earned with a few jobs. Considering the way she looked at Lorst, I wondered if he’d stolen it for her. His ability to Slide would have let him get in and out of anywhere. Walls didn’t—and wouldn’t—restrict him.
“Yes, well, Della seems to think that we need to work together,” I told Lorst. When Della had shared that with me, I hadn’t been happy. This was the man who had nearly killed me—and Cael. And now I was supposed to find a way to work with him?
“I disagree.” Lorst moved, appearing to flicker as he did, and suddenly stood next to me. “You can return to Eban, Galen. I’ll make sure to get you back.”
“There’s nothing for me in Eban. Not anymore.” Even were I to go back, I had betrayed Orly. He had resisted placing a price on my head for years because I was valuable to him, but that had changed the moment I betrayed him. I had wondered why this time was different, but learning what Cael possessed, I thought that I understood. He wanted the crystal even though as one not of Elaeavn, there was nothing that he would have been able to do with it.
“There’s nothing for you here, either,” Lorst said.
I glanced at Cael. “There’s her.”
Her deep green eyes surged. I wondered if she Read me. Once I had thought that my mental barriers were strong enough that no Readers would be able to crawl past them, but then I met her. Not only had she managed to get past my mental barriers, she had done so with such ease. And I didn’t care. Not any longer. Before we had returned to Elaeavn, I had left my barriers down, both because it didn’t matter with her and because I had nothing to hide.
An older man with short, close-cropped gray hair bounced out from behind a door I suspected led to the kitchen. He carried a pair of mugs in his hands and a wide smile spread across his face. For a moment, I thought his pale green eyes flashed a brighter green, but then it was gone, faded as if it were never there.
“Welcome to the Wretched Barth,” he said.
I nodded. “The tavern came highly recommended.”
The man’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh? And may I ask who recommended it to you?”
“A Healer by the name of Della.”
The muscles in the man’s cheeks twitched as he smiled. It was a forced smile. “If Della sent you, then you’re especially welcome.” He made a point of looking at Cael, studying her with an intense gaze. Again, I thought that his eyes flared a darker green but wasn’t sure if I had imagined it.
I took the offered ale, and he smiled. “You know Rsiran?”
I glanced at the woman sitting next to Lorst. “I know Lorst.”
“Brusus,” Lorst warned softly.
I stiffened. That was a name I recognized from my time before, a man who was well known in Lower Town. Brusus was dangerous, connected, in spite of the fact that he had little ability, and likely would know that Cael was Elvraeth.
“What is it?” Brusus asked. He kept his eyes on me. He must have noticed that I’d recognized his name.
“This is Galen.”
Brusus’s eyes narrowed. “He should not be here.”
Damn.
My hand went to my pouch, and I palmed a pair of darts, already rolling them in between my fingers. These were coxberry tipped. A sedative, and one that would give me plenty of time to get away if needed. Without knowing what I might face, I didn’t want to risk something more deadly like terad, especially since Della had sent me here.
Lorst flickered, colors swirling around him.
He reappeared behind me.
Damn.
I’d come to the tavern thinking that I could find him. Della had pointed me here, and I hadn’t thought twice about the fact that Lorst would have friends here in Elaeavn, those who would be like him. Dangerous men.
I shouldn’t have brought Cael with me, but then, I doubted that she would have remained behind.
“Galen,” she said, pulling on my arm.
I stepped back, pushing her with me. “Be ready,” I said to her. “Might need you to work your tricks too.” I said the last quietly, knowing that with her Elvraeth abilities, she would hear pretty much everything that I said. Even without them, she’d probably know, connected as she was to me.
“Galen,” she said again, this time with more urgency.
I flicked my gaze to her and saw a pained look on her face. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. She started to drop to her knees, and I grabbed for her, spinning as I did, sending my darts at Lorcith and then Brusus.
Anger bubbled within me.
Someone—or something—attacked Cael.
2
Lorst shimmered and reappeared next to Brusus. My dart for Lorst had missed, but the one aimed at Brusus had struck home. As Lorst shimmered again, I flicked another dart, this time at the woman. I’d rather have them all out, and then I could figure out how to deal with Lorst. Later I would explain to Della what happened.
The problem was, I wasn’t sure who was responsible for what happened to Cael.
I had to prop her up, barely keeping her standing. Somehow, I had a sense of the pain she felt. I still didn’t understand how but figured it was something that had happened as we brought the crystal back to Elaeavn.
Lorst Slid the woman away and reappeared in the blink of an eye. Now it was only he and Brusus, and Brusus was out from the coxberry dart sticking out of his arm.
Others in the tavern had fallen silent. Most had dropped to the floor and cowered there. The flutist continued to play, his lively march a striking contrast to everything else.
I sent another pair of darts toward Lorst, but didn’t expect either of them to strike. The last time I’d faced him—really faced him—I barely had managed to hit him. Luck only had saved me.
He Slid, and when he reappeared, knives appeared as if from nowhere and surrounded me, suspended in the air by invisible hands.
Lorst stood across from me, his eyes narrowed in a dark glare. “Della didn’t send you, did she?”
I shook my head. “She did—”
“Then you come to my place and attack my friends?”
The door to the kitchen opened, and the other woman I’d seen poked her head out. When she saw Brusus lying on the ground, she gasped, “Oh.”
“Get back, Alyse,” Lorst said.
“Rsiran?” the girl said.
“Back.”
The door closed, leaving Lorst staring at me.
I didn’t dare move for fear of what might happen with the five knives all around me. It wasn’t so much myself that I feared for. I worried about what would happen to Cael if I were careless.
“Did you kill him?” Lorst asked, motioning to Brusus. His voice was barely contained rage. The knives around me shimmered, and I worried that he might send them at me out of anger.
How had I ever managed to get past him the first time?
Damn, but I had thought that I was a dangerous assassin. Lorst had me bested, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he could Slide. If he had control like this over metal… it made him dangerous.
I decided to be honest with him. “Coxberry. A sedative. Give it an hour. Maybe less, depending on the person.”
The tension in Lorst’s shoulders faded. “I know of coxberry.”
If he worked with Della—my replacement, I suspected—then, of course, he would know of coxberry. It was one of the first herbs that Della had instructed me with. There were many uses, and not all of them required someone to be struck by a dart. Helpful in injuries, especially fractures, to calm someone before setting the bones.
“Why did you attack?” Lorst asked.
“You attacked first.” Cael stood next to me, her body stiff. The pained expression in her eyes had faded, finally easing. “What did you do to her?”
Lorst grunted in a laugh. “What did we do to her? Maybe you should ask your friend about her attack on us.” He turned his h
ard expression onto Cael. “You’ll find that we’re not so easy to Read. And Compelling… well, that’s something else entirely,” he said darkly.
“Cael?” I asked.
“I…” she started, “I thought that I could find out what they intended with you,” she murmured. “That one,” she motioned to Lorst, “his barriers are like nothing I’ve ever encountered. When I attempted to reach his woman, that’s when pain shot through me.” She took a deep breath. “It wasn’t them, Galen. It was me. They have some sort of defense against Reading.”
Such a defense would be incredibly useful to discover. I was less concerned about someone attempting to Compel me. There weren’t many with such an ability that I’d ever met, but if it could also protect against Reading… that would give me peace of mind, especially in Elaeavn. I’d been away long enough that I no longer kept my barriers in place as naturally as I once had.
I raised my hands palm outward. “Truce,” I said.
The knives quivered in the air a moment, and then Lorst pulled them back to him, collecting them quickly and then stuffing them back into his pocket.
“Fine. And if Brusus doesn’t wake, know that I will hunt you down.”
The edge to his voice carried heat to it that left me with little doubt about what he would do if Brusus didn’t awaken. “Coxberry,” I said again.
Lorst motioned to the table. “Sit. We’ll talk until he wakes, then.”
Cael nodded to me, and we took seats at the table. I held onto the edge of the seat, feeling a lot less certain than I had been with Cael before. I was confident in my abilities and had been confident in the fact that Cael would be able to protect me when my abilities failed. With Lorst, I had no such confidence.
“Where did you take Rsiran?” I asked.
Lorst gave me an amused smile. “Rsiran?”
“The woman. Where did you take her?”
“My smith.”
Smith. I took in the exquisite sculptures on the mantle and the knives that he had controlled, and thought that I understood. “You’re a blacksmith.”
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