Page 13 of Knight's End
He straightened and nodded. “I know. We have to. I don’t like it, though. I don’t like the idea of you being in danger.”
I shrugged. “We’re in a war now. We’re all in danger.” Even so, the idea of Ryan flying alone made me cringe. “If anyone attacks you, suck the water right out of the air like you did earlier—they won’t be able to see clearly, much less think.”
He laughed gruffly. “Neither will I.”
“Declan,” I called out.
My blond scholar trotted toward us dutifully. Out of all my men, he wore soldier’s garb the worst. Used to soft boots and pants, he was already limping from the rough, poorly made boots. And I had no doubt he hated the dark blue leather armor that Isla had her cavalry wear. My own outfit was hot and sticky, even with the chill of winter and the hint of sea wind in the air.
“Can you help Ryan learn enough about your power in ten minutes to kill a few people?”
“Ten minutes?” Declan’s eyes nearly bulged out of his face.
“Yes. Because the sooner he gets Jace, the sooner the gargoyles get trained, the sooner we can beat down these sarding shites attacking us.”
Declan walked over to Ryan.
“Ten minutes. The rest of us need to head to that lodge.”
Declan swallowed hard and nodded. “We’re going after Isla, then?”
I smiled, the old queen’s sharp features coming to mind as I thought of ending her. “We’re sure as hell gonna try.”
And I left my knights to it as I walked back to the rest of the group.
We had a murder to plan.
