Chapter Fourteen
Landyn paused and glanced at Raven.They locked gazes for a moment before he put the gag in the man’s mouth and returned to Raven’s side.
“Do you believe him?” Raven asked.
“Perchance,” Landyn admitted. “Do you?”
“Not at all,” she replied. “But we should listen to what he has to say.”
“Agreed.”
Together, they approached the man. His brown eyes swept from Landyn to Raven cautiously, and he pulled away from them.
Landyn stood over him. Why would his loyalty not be to Boucher? If he was a mercenary, which was mostly what Boucher’s men comprised of, his loyalty was to coin. And Boucher was the one paying him. He knelt on one leg before the man and slipped the gag from his mouth. “Where is he?”
The man’s stare rested on Raven and then shifted back to Landyn. “I must have yer word that ya won’t kill me. That you’ll set me free.”
Raven bent toward him, her hands resting on her knees. “Or we can cut out your tongue.”
“Raven,” Landyn warned firmly before fixing his attention on the man. “We will set you free, unharmed, if you help us.”
She straightened, crossing her arms. “It would have been easier to cut out his tongue.”
The man scanned Landyn. “I take ya at yer word, Templar.”
Landyn would never go back on his word. It was his oath.
“Boucher doesn’t like to rest in a tent. He prefers an inn or farmhouse,” the man explained.
Raven narrowed her eyes. “Why should we believe you?”
“Ya don’t have to. I can prove it. I know where he is now.”
“Where is he?” she demanded a little too eagerly.
“Go to the inn beyond the next town. He’ll be there. The men camp outside of the town and meet him on the road the following day.”
Landyn stood up. That would explain why some men broke off from the squadron and went to the last farmhouse. Landyn gritted his teeth. Finally. They knew where the murderer was.
“He likes to get what he can for free. If the owners aren’t accommodating, he kills them.”
Landyn clenched his lips. Boucher had to die. A man who cared so little for others’ lives didn’t deserve to be alive. He moved toward his horse.
“Are there any other men there?” Raven asked.
“He takes at least one man with him.” The man’s panicked stare followed Landyn. He struggled against his bonds. “I gave ya what ya wanted. Set me free!”
Raven marched to her horse. “We can’t go charging in there.”
Landyn tightened the strap on his horse’s saddle. “We have to stop him before he kills anyone else.”
“What about him?” Raven asked, jerking a chin at the man tied to the tree.
“We’ll free him after we’ve killed Boucher.”
“I gave ya what ya wanted!” the man protested. “Ya have to free me!”
Raven returned to the man’s side. She positioned herself over him, staring down at him. “Is Boucher at the inn in Prat du Juge?”
