He scoffed. “Big words from a throwaway who is about to die. There are changes coming. We’ve already got the backing, people willing to support us when you and he are gone.”
“Whose backing?” Fallon asked. “Who has been whispering in your ear?”
Charles regarded Fallon with narrowed eyes. Shea couldn’t believe she had never seen the snake at his heart. It was obvious now, here at the end. How had she not seen it before?
“Shea, Fiona needs immediate help if she is going to survive,” Clark said in a soft voice as she neared.
She knelt at his side and pressed her hand to Fiona’s wound. The other woman’s skin was pale, but her eyes fierce. One hand snapped up to grasp Shea’s in a tight grip.
“Do your worst, pathfinder. Don’t let him get away with this,” Fiona panted around a bloodthirsty grin.
Shea returned that grin with a fierce one of her own. “I will. You stay alive.”
Fiona made a choked sound and nodded, pain making her eyes go vague for a moment.
“What are you doing?” Charles asked as she stood and walked to the middle of the street.
She ignored him as she knelt and brushed her bloody hand against the stone. “I’ve made my choice and chosen my path.”
“Get up before I order the rest of you killed,” Charles called. Shea could hear the scrape of his limp as he shuffled closer.
Shea stood, leaving a bloody handprint as evidence of her pact. She turned, her eyes meeting Fallon’s. She gave him a soft smile, putting all the love she had for him into it. Her eyes moved to Charles and her smile faded, leaving nothing but grim determination behind.
Charles and his men moved toward her, leaving only the other two horsemen to guard Fallon and Braden. Not that it mattered. Soon, nothing they did would matter.
She met Charles’ gaze, repeating what she had said earlier. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Charles made a disgusted sound. “What are you talking about?
“You shouldn’t have hurt Fiona. You shouldn’t have betrayed your Warlord. They don’t like people who break faith. Now you will pay.”
“Who is she talking about,” one of his men asked.
“Perhaps she’s gone loopy,” said one of the others.
“You’re all going to die,” Shea said with a small smile.
The four traded uneasy glances.
Charles rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to her. She’s trying to scare you.”
“I don’t know. It’s felt like someone has been watching us ever since we entered.”
Charles slapped the man who had spoken in the back. “It’s a trick. She’s trying to divide us.”
Shea watched the interactions with a blank expression. Her eyes moved to Fallon and Braden as their captors herded them closer. “Do nothing. Show no violence, and you may live.”
“That’s enough out of you.” Charles backhanded Shea. The blow turned her head and opened a cut on her lip. She lifted her head and smiled, her teeth bloody.
A spine-chilling moan echoed from above them, the sound rising until it turned into a cackle.
Charles and his men jumped, brandishing their weapons at the city.
“What was that?” one shouted.
Shea watched them with an implacable expression.
One of the men stepped toward her, “You heard him. What was that?”
