Ah. “All three?”
Leif opened his mouth, but Yelena stopped him. “Yes, Ben, Loris and Cilly.”
While not in the least bit upset over their deaths, Valek did regret not having more time to “talk” with them. He’d used goo-goo juice on Ben to learn the location of the escape tunnel’s exit point, but by the time he’d returned from his failed attempt to track Owen, the Sitian authorities had arrived.
Valek suppressed the urge to glance at Onora. Was she responsible? And, if so, was she acting on her own or following the Commander’s orders? Now was not the time to ask. “How were they killed?” he asked Leif instead.
Leif huffed in annoyance, but Devlen said, “Puncture wound to the jugular. They died of rapid blood loss.”
Yelena touched her neck—a gesture her mother often used when feeling anxious or vulnerable.
None of the assassins he knew killed that way. “Sound familiar?” he asked Yelena.
“When The Mosquito attacked me, he aimed an ice pick at my neck. If he’d succeeded, I probably would have died the same way,” she said.
Valek vowed to find the assassin and squash him. But first... “Didn’t Bruns Jewelrose hire him to target you?” Another whom Valek needed to have a little chat with—he planned to let the sharp point of his knife do all the talking in that conversation.
Her hand remained around her throat. “Yes. Do you think Bruns sent him after the magicians? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t. And an assassin rarely works for one client. Owen has the most to lose if they talked to the Council. Plus, he has the money to hire The Mosquito,” Valek speculated.
“He wouldn’t kill his own brother,” Leif said. “He rescued Ben from Wirral Prison.”
“Which alerted the authorities,” Valek said.
“Who would have lost him if Ben had not gone after Yelena,” Devlen added.
“Brothers,” Yelena said, gazing at Leif pointedly, “can be troublesome and have the tendency to jump to conclusions. You need to apologize to Valek.”
Leif crossed his arms as two red splotches spread on his cheeks. “It wasn’t a jump. It was a perfectly reasonable assumption. One you made, too.”
“I suspected Valek, as well,” Devlen said. He towered about six inches over Leif, and his blue-eyed gaze held contrition.
“No need for apologies.” Valek considered. “I don’t suppose they would let me examine the crime scene?”
“That would be...unwise at this time,” Devlen said. “They would not even let me near it or the bodies.”
Which meant Captain Fleming suspected Valek and would probably report his suspicions to the Council. “Should we leave tonight?”
“No,” Yelena said. “By the time they make a decision, we’ll be in Ixia.” Her matter-of-fact tone belied her heated gaze. She hadn’t forgotten his promise.
Warmth spread throughout his chest. He’d risk being arrested for a night alone with Yelena. Hell, he’d risk his life. Once they left in the morning, there would be no privacy on the road.
Yet there was no sense in taking an unnecessary risk. Setting a watch tonight would provide Valek with ample time to escape should the captain decide to arrest him. “All right, we’ll proceed as planned. Onora, where’s Janco? I thought he was helping you with the horses.”
She gestured to a two-story barn to the left. “He’s pouting.”
Should he even bother to ask?
Yelena did. “About what?” She fed an apple to Kiki, who cleaved the fruit in half with one bite.
Onora rubbed her right arm as she watched Kiki chew. “He wanted to name the horse we’re taking with us ‘Beach Bunny,’ after some stuffed rabbit he had growing up, and I said it was a stupid name for a horse. Then he claimed, if it was his horse, he could name it anything he wanted, and I said he should ride The Madam because she’s the easiest to handle, and—”
“You offended his pride and he stalked away in a huff,” Yelena finished.
“Yup.”
As Yelena scratched Kiki in all her favorite spots, Valek gestured for Onora to follow him to the barn. He stopped outside the oversize doors that had been painted green with white trim.
“Tell Janco to set up a watch schedule for tonight. I’ll take the last shift,” he said.
“Should he include Yelena?”
“No. She needs her rest.”
Onora bit her lip, clamping down on the question dancing behind her eyes—was Yelena with child? Valek walked away without answering. It was too soon to tell, and, as far as he was concerned, Onora would be the last to know. Though a part of him was impressed by the twenty-year-old’s ambition and cunning, he also wished to throttle her. But the Commander had chosen her as Valek’s successor. And now it was up to Valek to decide if he agreed.
* * *
Valek rattled the doorknob so he wouldn’t scare Yelena. She lay in bed reading, but she glanced up from her book when he entered. He recognized it as the plant guide her father had given her.
“What took you so long?” she asked, setting the book on the night table with a thump. The low flame in the lantern jumped.
He’d been checking the perimeter, confirming the gates had all been locked and the buildings secured while Janco did a sweep of the surrounding forest. “Ensuring Captain Fleming isn’t at the gate with an arrest warrant.”