“It’s true!” a new voice cried. “Th-there’s three! They’re dead!”
More whispers, more nervous glances.
“Go, find her! Give her to the Knights. We’re the only ones who have ever been able to tameher kind. Clearly Solaris cannot be trusted!”
Vhalla slipped into a narrow space between two buildings, climbing over crates and working her way away from the crowd being whipped into a frenzy.What was she going to do now?Her fingers ran up and down the leather sheath of the axe, as if it held the answers she sought. As if it could solve all her problems by cutting, cutting, and cutting everyone who opposed her . . .
So engulfed in her thoughts, she missed hearing the footsteps growing behind her. Two arms suddenly snatched her and a palm clamped over Vhalla’s mouth. Magic was swift under her fingers until a familiar male voice hastily spoke.
“Finally found you.”
VHALLA TWISTED ONher toes, pulling herself from the man’s grasp. Her heart raced. She didn’t know if it would’ve been worse to have a Knight of Jadar or the man she faced.If he was a Knight, she could’ve at least killed him and been off again.
Her eyes absorbed the tall shape, the Western olive skin, and the long dark hair that was pulled back into a bun.
“Jax.”
“You never disappoint, do you?” The man gave her a wild grin and a shake of his head. “The Windwalker disappears for weeks, and when she shows up, it’s to murder Western lords. Didn’t you see enough blood at the warfront?”
Vhalla scowled murderously.How dare he?“What do you want?”
“You don’t seem happy to see me.” The man cocked his head to the side. “Here I thought we were friends.”
“What do you want?” she repeated, her hand twitching for the axe. He’d better not make her repeat it again. He was her friend, but her patience ran thinner with every beat of her heart.
“To help you.” Jax folded his arms over his chest.
She laughed and turned. “I don’t have time for you. Go back to the guard.”
“Where are you going?” Jax fell into step behind her.
“Away.” Vhalla’s eyes darted over her shoulder. No one was following them, but she could see frantically running silhouettes of men and women on the street.
“Did you kill those men?” Jax’s tone turned serious.
“I said I don’t have time for you.”
To his credit, he moved fast enough to catch her off guard. Jax’s palm gripped her shoulder, turning them both, forcing her against the wall. Her back hit hard and Vhalla glared, prepared to give him a string of insults. As was the man’s nature, he stilled her with a look that whispered of something deeply troubling.
“Did you kill them?”
“I did.” There was no remorse and no hesitation.
Jax cursed under his breath. “All right, come. Baldair or Aldrik will fix this.”
Vhalla twisted her arm out of his grasp the moment he reached for it. They locked in a staring contest that Vhalla broke with the first word. “I’m not going back to them.”
“Vhalla—”
“No. I’m not running to the princes at every turn. If I did, the Knights will never see me as someone they need to fear.”
“If you run, then those same princes will be forced to brand you a murderer.” Jax leaned against the wall with a sigh. He seemed more exasperated than horrified by her insistence.
“It’s not the first time I’ve fought for my innocence,” Vhalla retorted smartly.
“You will be hunted.”
“I already am.”
