Darkness Rising: Disciples of the Horned One Volume One (Soul Force Saga Book 1)

by James Wisher

  The district felt dead.

  She shuddered. Dead as Dominic Santen most likely.

  “What’s the plan?” Talon asked.

  They’d arrived a little early for their meeting with Mikhail Santen so they could scout the place. “You and Rhys will come with me to interview the son. Talon, you focus on his heart rate. Rhys, watch his pupils. You two will be my lie detectors. Edward, stay here and keep an eye out for trouble. I don’t expect any, but better safe than sorry. Alec, I want you to snoop around the grounds. Check out security, get a feel for how hard it would be for someone to sneak in, grab Dominic, and escape.”

  Everyone murmured their agreement, though Edward grumbled about getting stuck as lookout. He’d also left his maul at the inn. It made him stick out too much to be practical in the city. He’d settled for hiding a handful of daggers about his person.

  “Let’s go.” Jen strode across the street with Talon and Rhys beside her. Alec seemed to vanish as he accelerated away from them. Edward leapt up to the roof of the bakery behind them and crouched down behind the chimney.

  The gate was unlocked and swung open at Jen’s touch. Either it served no purpose beyond decoration or the family had unlocked it in expectation of their arrival. Jen thought the former more likely than the latter. A white gravel path wound through the grounds toward the curved steps up to the front door. A pair of guards, the first Jen had seen, armed with spears and short swords, stood on either side of a set of massive, intricately carved double doors.

  The men crossed their spears. “Name and business?” one asked.

  “Jennifer St. Cloud here to see Mikhail Santen. He’s expecting me.”

  They moved their weapons aside and the guard who’d spoken nodded. “Yes, ma’am. We just needed to be sure who you were.”

  They pulled the doors open and Jen walked into a foyer twice the size of her family’s quarters at The Citadel. A garish marble fountain shaped like a dolphin sprinkled water out its blowhole into a pool at its base. On either side of the room, curved staircases led up to a second-floor balcony. Jen half expected to see Mikhail standing there, looking over them. Closed doors to the left and right opened into the mansion’s wings. Straight ahead a short hall led deeper into the main house. A slim, pretty brunette with short, curly hair, wearing a servant’s black-and-white uniform with a too-short skirt appeared from deeper in the house.

  The servant curtsied. “Master Mikhail said to bring you to the sunroom. Follow me, please.”

  Jen nodded and motioned for her to lead the way. They went through an arch, turned left, and continued down a white, marble hall lined with carved busts of men Jen didn’t recognize, probably past heads of the family. At the end of the hall an open door led to a round room, the walls consisting of solid glass. A young man dressed in a fine black tunic and trousers, a long, drooping mustache decorating his face, sat in a blue-upholstered armchair. A matching chair three feet away faced him.

  “Mikhail Santen?” Jen asked.

  The young man nodded and waved an indifferent hand at the empty chair. The servant bobbed another curtsy and scampered out. Jen frowned at the lack of courtesy shown to an agent of the crown, but kept quiet. She sat facing the arrogant merchant, Talon and Rhys taking up positions behind her.

  “I’m here investigating your father’s disappearance. Is there anything you can tell us about it?”

  He leaned forward, his bloodshot brown eyes half covered by long brown hair. “You say disappearance, but you mean murder. My father has never been out of contact for this long. Only death would cause him to worry Mother so.”

  “I say what I mean. Since no body has been found I assume he’s alive somewhere, perhaps being held against his will.” Jen tried to force sympathy she lacked into her voice. “Does your family have many enemies?”

  Mikhail threw back his head and laughed. “No one gets as rich as us without making enemies. And the richer you are the more enemies you make. We have many.”

  “I don’t suppose you could narrow it down a little for us?”

  “The Blackman clan despises us for forcing them out of the shipping business, as though it’s our fault their ships are outdated and often arrive late. The Corno clan nurses an old grudge over timber rights in the Great Green. There are many others, but those two are the most vocal.”

  “Did your father travel with bodyguards?”

  “Always. Six men led by a female warlord, Citadel trained, like you lot. We’ve heard nothing from them either. Probably eaten by sharks.”

  “What were—”

  Talon laid a hand on her shoulder bringing Jen up short. “What?” Jen asked.

  “Someone drew steel outside.”

  Chapter 12

  Jen sharpened her hearing and the distant ring of steel on steel reached her. She leapt to her feet and pulled her soul-forged blade from its sheath.

  Footsteps pounded outside, getting closer.

  “What’s the meaning of this?” Mikhail asked.

  Jen grabbed the merchant and yanked him behind her. Soul force flowed, strengthening her muscles and hardening her skin. Not a moment too soon.

  The windows shattered as an armored figure leapt through them. Glass shards bounced off Jen’s iron skin.

  The stranger wore a full helm, gauntlets, and a mail coat that covered him from neck to knees. He carried a four-foot-long great sword. He whirled the blade around his head and sliced one of the chairs in half.

  Jen rushed forward at full speed. Her sword streaked toward the invader’s neck.

  His speed a match for hers, the great sword rose to block her attack. Unfazed, Jen continued the assault, her weapon a blur as it slashed and stabbed.

  High, low, left, right, the armored man blocked her every effort.

  Damn, he was fast.

  Talon streaked in from the side, his double blades driving for the man’s unprotected legs. The invader leapt straight up, six feet into the air, carrying seventy pounds of armor.

  Impossible.

  Talon caught a boot to the back as he went under his target. The powerful kick sent him flying out the shattered window and into the yard.

  Jen darted back into the fray. At the rear of the room Mikhail cowered behind Rhys. “Get him out of here!”

  Rhys grabbed Mikhail and slung him over his shoulder. They raced away at warlord speed.

  Good, now she could focus on her enemy without worrying about the merchant. She drew deeper from her soul force. A tingle from the hilt ran up her arm, her brother’s soul force reacting to her power.

  She swung with all her might. The invader caught the blow on his blade and staggered. He hadn’t had time to set his feet after he landed.

  Jen swung again. All power and no finesse.

  Every blow drove the armored figure back. It took everything she had just to manage that. This guy was strong, stronger than any warlord she’d ever faced. Almost as strong as the demon.

  At the edge of the shattered window he bound her sword. Their guards locked and they jockeyed for position.

  Jen pressed against him with every ounce of strength she could muster to no avail. Dark sparks shot from his gauntlets. He grunted and forced her back a step.

  Jen leaned in, trying to hold her position.

  The gauntlets burst into black flames, just like the demon’s claws.

  He forced her to retreat another step. Jen put everything she had into holding him, but he kept on coming. She couldn’t beat him and Damien wasn’t here to save her this time.

  The tips of two blades burst out of his chest. The black flames flickered.

  This was her chance.

  Jen disengaged and spun. Her blade sheared the stranger’s head off. A fountain of black blood geysered out of his neck before his body collapsed to the floor.

  Talon stepped on his back and ripped his blades out. Jen gasped for breath. She’d used everything she had.

  “You okay?” Talon asked.

  She straightened and nodded. �
��Stay here. Don’t let anyone touch the body.”

  Jen left Talon standing guard over the corpse. Rhys wouldn’t have gone far. She needed to make sure Mikhail was okay. Jen pulled the call stick out of her pocket and snapped it. Master Shen needed to have a look at those gauntlets.

  She found Rhys and his terrified charge in the foyer along with Edward and three more dead bodies. She kicked one over so she could see his face. He didn’t look like much. Dark brown skin, beard, leather armor, scimitar, and a crushed skull.

  “What happened?”

  “I saw these three run through the front gate and followed,” Edward said. “I got two, Rhys got one.”

  “It’s not a competition,” Rhys muttered.

  “Hey!”

  They all looked up. Alec stood on the second-floor balcony, blood spattered on his white shirt.

  “You okay?” Jen asked.

  “Sure, it’s not mine. There’s three more dead guys up here. Looks like they were trying to reach the wife.”

  “Okay. Stay with her just in case. Edward, sweep the grounds, make sure we’re done.”

  He nodded and vanished.

  Jen turned her attention to Mikhail. “Who are they?”

  He held his hands out. “I have no idea.”

  “What about the big guy in the sunroom?”

  The merchant gave her a blank look. Jen flicked a glance at Rhys who shook his head. Either the merchant was telling her the truth or he was so terrified Rhys couldn’t read his heart rate. Either way he was useless.

  Edward appeared as though out of nowhere. “We’re good. I found six dead guards, but no more like this bunch.”

  “Good. Watch the front. Alec!”

  The young warlord dashed to her side. “Yeah?”

  “Go to watch headquarters and fetch a patrol. Maybe they’ll know who these people are.”

  He nodded. “You want ’em here double quick or should I take my time?”

  “Take your time. Hopefully Master Shen will turn up soon and he can take a look around before the locals show up.”

  “Got it.” He ambled out the front doors, hands in his pockets, looking for all the world like a teenager out for a morning stroll. Only the blood on his shirt spoiled the image.

  Chapter 13

  Jen paced in the Santen’s elaborate foyer. Mikhail flinched every time she drew close, like he expected her to kick him. Two hours had passed since she sent Alec to fetch the watch and still no Master Shen. Where in the world was he? He’d given her the call stick in case she needed him and now that she did he was a no-show.

  Edward appeared beside her. “There’s about twenty watchmen headed this way, your friend Tosh in the lead.”

  “Damn it!” Jen walked back to the sunroom. Talon sprang up from the undamaged chair when she entered. “Grab his gauntlets and go. We’ll meet you a block north.”

  “Will do.” Talon yanked the dead man’s gauntlets off and sped away.

  Grumbling about unreliable sorcerers, Jen returned to the foyer. A minute later Captain Tosh strode through the door at the head of a war party of watchmen plus Alec. He looked down at the three dead men, a frown of distaste curling his lips.

  He glanced at the cowering merchant. “Who’s this asshole?”

  Jen glared at the merchant cowering behind Rhys like her subordinate would protect him. “Mikhail Santen.”

  Tosh barked a laugh. “Mikhail’s about six inches taller and twenty pounds lighter than this guy.”

  “Well?” Jen said.

  The imposter scrambled back a few feet before Rhys grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him off the ground. He shook the imposter like a dog with a rat. “Speak up!”

  “I didn’t do anything.” The prisoner flailed at Rhys’s impassive form. “She paid me fifty royals to pretend to be the merchant for a day.”

  “Who paid you?” Jen moved closer so she stood only inches from the squirming man.

  “The girl. You know, in the servant’s outfit. It seemed like easy coin.”

  Jen glanced at Alec and Edward and the two warlords accelerated away. It wouldn’t take them long to search the grounds.

  “Who is she?” Tosh asked, butting his way into her interrogation.

  “How do I know, man? I was getting a drink at The Drowned Rat when this girl sidles up to me and whispers in my ear about a job, coin up front. I got here this morning real early like she said and found her in that servant getup. Thought maybe it was some kind of sex thing, you know. I wouldn’t have complained either. She was gorgeous.”

  “What about the job?” Jen asked, failing to hide her annoyance.

  “Take it easy. She said some people wanted to talk to the merchant, but he wasn’t in town. She gave me these fancy duds, a sack of gold, told me what to say, and then put me in the sunroom to wait for you. Like I said, easy money, at least till that armored guy smashed the windows in.”

  Tosh looked at her. “Armored guy?”

  Jen nodded toward the arch. “He’s not going anywhere. Any of these slobs look familiar to you?”

  Tosh bent down and yanked one of the dead men’s sleeves up to the elbow. He had a tattoo of a raven on the inside of his forearm. “The Unkindness. They’re a group of thugs and skull crackers that hire out to anyone interested. They usually work the docks.”

  Jen grunted. A moment later Edward and Alec arrived, causing Tosh to flinch.

  “No sign of her,” Edward said.

  “She probably took off as soon as she left us with him.” Jen jerked a thumb at the imposter. “I think it’s time we had a word with the grieving wife.”

  “Maybe I should handle it,” Tosh said. “She’s bound to be terrified.”

  Jen waved him toward the stairs. If Tosh wanted to lead the way he was welcome. She followed the captain up the curved staircase to the balcony. At the top they had a choice of left or right.

  Tosh looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Jen enhanced her sense of smell and caught the coppery tang of blood to the right. She nodded that way and Tosh took the lead again.

  A short hall ended with a closed white door. The three dead men on the floor in front of it had gotten blood all over its pristine surface. Jen was glad she didn’t have to clean the place.

  Tosh knocked on the door. “Mrs. Santen? This is Watch Captain Tosh. Open the door please, it’s safe now. Ma’am?”

  Tosh glanced at her and she shrugged. What could she tell him? It wasn’t like she could see through the door. He tried the handle, but it was locked.

  “Move.” Jen brushed him aside, reared back, and kicked the door off its hinges. It flew ten feet into the room and skidded to a halt at the foot of a canopy bed the size of Jen’s whole bedroom.

  “Are you trying to give the poor woman a heart attack?”

  They stepped through the doorway into a cavernous white room empty of all furnishing save the giant bed. Surrounded by white pillows, with her body buried under a white comforter, Mrs. Santen’s face looked tiny. Her eyes never opened despite the crash and clatter of the door. Jen didn’t like the feel of this.

  She looked over at Tosh and from his slack-jawed expression suspected he had the same feeling. “You wanted to go first, so go on.”

  “Thanks.” Tosh favored her with a sour grimace. “Mrs. Santen?”

  They eased closer, each taking a side of the bed. They drew closer still. The woman’s gray, sallow complexion combined with the blue lips told Jen all she needed to know. She grabbed the giant blanket and yanked it back.

  She flinched. There was nothing but the woman’s head in the bed. A dried pool of blood stained the white sheets under the blanket. “So much for a heart attack.”

  Tosh frowned. “Show some respect.” He flung the blanket up over the remains.

  “Is that at least the correct person’s head?”

  Tosh nodded and they retreated from the bedroom back toward the foyer. “I met her a couple of times at government functions. What’s going on in my city?”
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  That’s what Jen wanted to know. It looked like something bigger than a missing merchant. “Someone has it in for the Santen clan. I doubt we’ll find Dominic alive.”

  “You mean to continue the search?”

  “That’s the mission. Until I find a body or someone tells me to stop, I’ll keep looking.”

  “What if I tell you to stop looking?”

  Jen laughed.

  “That’s what I figured. Try to keep the breakage to a minimum. We’ll clean up here and notify the surviving family.”

  She stopped halfway down the stairs. “There are more of them?”

  “A daughter. She married into another merchant house. I can’t recall which.”

  “Sounds like a good suspect. I assume she stands to inherit all this.”

  “Probably. You want to come along when I talk to her?”

  Jen frowned. She needed to track down Master Shen and have him look at those gauntlets. Much as she wanted to hear what the daughter had to say, the sorcerer came first. “I’ll leave her to you. What do you say we meet up tomorrow morning and compare notes?”

  “My office?”

  “Fine. Do you still not get started until midday?”

  “Funny. See you tomorrow.”

  They left the watch to deal with the villa and headed north to catch up with Talon. They found him leaning against the wall of a general store, the gauntlets tucked under his arm. “What took you so long?” Talon asked.

  “We went to talk to Mrs. Santen and found her head, but no body. Tosh is going to talk to the daughter. We need to get to The Mermaid and find out what in the world is going on with Master Shen.”

  “What about Mikhail?” Talon asked.

  Jen grimaced. They’d left the imposter with Tosh. She doubted they’d drag anything more out of him. “He was a dupe. A disposable tool the girl probably meant to have die in the attack along with the rest of them. The real one’s still in the wind along with his father.”