He had crushed it.
Major Ledor stood frozen at the edge of the grounds, jaw tight, his hands balled into fists. He turned sharply, stalking toward the fallen guards. His voice was like iron as he barked, “Arrest them. Both of them.”
“But sir,” one of the remaining guards said quietly.
“They tried to assassinate one of our own.” Ledor’s voice grew cold enough to chill bone. “Find out who gave that order.”
Zander knelt beside Tae as he stirred feebly, his lashes fluttering. “You alright?” he asked.
Tae gave a weak grin. “I told you I was terrifying.”
“You’re also an idiot,” Ferrula said, but her voice cracked and her fingers didn’t stop brushing his cheek.
I looked down at the unconscious attacker, my fists clenched.
“They are part of the Crimson Sigil.”
Ferrula nodded. “And if it weren’t for Tae, I would be dead. I should have known better.”
Jax glanced at the unconscious guard being carried from the field. “What did you do to him, Tae?”
Tae sighed as Meri’s hand rested on his forehead. “I blew his mind.”
“I thought you were into girls,” Jax said
Tae grunted and held one hand with his middle finger extended.
Jax smiled. “If I don’t joke with you right now, I might kiss you.”
“I know I’m sexy, but it’s not gonna happen, big guy,” Tae said as Meri smiled.
“We will question him after he wakes up. The other man seemed to be following his lead.”
Tae shook his head slightly. “When I say I blew his mind, I mean that if he lives, he will spend the rest of his days a turnip.”
“Then I guess we question the other one.”
“No need. I saw into his mind before I snuffed it out. He was given an order from a person in a hooded cloak; he doesn’t know who it was, only that it was a woman.”
“What woman would do that?”
Riven was staring upward. “I can think of one.”
My gaze followed hers. Standing on a balcony was Theron.
Lady Belana was at his side. She looked like a queen in her golden dress as her hand rested on Theron’s arm.
ChapterForty-Three
The door creaked open just as we were beginning to relax, the sound of boots dragging across the wooden floor breaking through the stillness of the barracks. Teren entered, his face set in stone, eyes flashing with restrained fury.
“Shit,” Jax muttered, straightening on his bunk. “That’s his pissed-off face.”
I stood from where I’d been sitting near Tae’s bed. “What is it?”
Teren’s gaze jerked to Tae’s still unconscious form. He was breathing steadily with one arm slung over his chest, his brow furrowed even in sleep. “Is he okay?”
“He will be,” I said softly. “He just needs rest.”
