He aimed his sword at Oss. “It would be a shame if there was an accident.”
I barely registered the slight movement of air before the guard dropped his blade screaming and grabbing his shoulder. A dagger pierced the meaty part of his arm in a fine show of marksmanship. Blood seeped out between the guard’s fingers where he put pressure on the wound.
“I’ll have you in jail for this!” he shouted.
“I wouldn’t count on your future employment since you just pointed your weapon at Duke Lear’s future brother-in-law,” I snapped.
I grabbed Oss and dragged him with me as I walked backward, keeping an eye on the guards who didn’t appear to know what to do when someone challenged their authority. Staying in the room with hostile guards and a twitchy Oss would only land us in prison. Not that we would stay there with Oss’s skills, but I wasn’t in the mood for a morning jailbreak. “I’m not going to explain to Thorne how I got his beloved killed.”
“Aww, you do care.” Oss gave me a one-armed hug. I flinched, bracing for a knife between my ribs. He wasn’t an affectionate man by nature. “I can’t believe I lost my dagger. Maybe Thorne can get it back.”
I groaned. “Where are we going to find Justin to get papers?”
“You don’t know his schedule?” Oss released me to flash a wide-eyed look.
“It changed with the death of the other Lock Lords. He’s been trying to train their replacements.” Justin spent many nights complaining about the new lords’ lack of training. Between their increased magic and ignorance over their duties, he’d been working more hours than before. On the positive side, Minerva wasn’t getting his attention either.
“We can’t waste time running around town, let’s try his office first.” Oss changed direction, and like the pack animal I am, I followed my alpha.
