Dawn Study (Soulfinders #3)(122)

I crouched behind a tree as Fisk and Heli launched the orb. The moonlight reflected off the glass as it sailed through the air. The impact rattled my teeth as sound roared to life, ripped through the barricade and blew chunks of the Citadel’s walls in every direction. Bits of marble and dust rained for a few minutes. However, a bubble of undisturbed vegetation surrounded Heli and Fisk.

“Wow. Teegan wasn’t kidding,” Fisk said in a hushed whisper. “That’s...the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! Is anyone else’s ears ringing?”

“Move now, marvel later,” I said. “Those patrols are all making a beeline straight for us.”

“Right.”

The five of us dashed through the hole and into the Citadel. Businesses and factories occupied most of the area, but a few had been converted into apartments. People were already peering through the windows and coming to investigate the damage. Fisk led the way, and soon we disappeared through the alleys that he knew so well.

We arrived down the street from the Council Hall. Sliding into a shadow, we watched the main entrance. Soon after, a man raced up the steps and disappeared inside to report the blasts. After a few moments, guards streamed into the street. They split into two teams and raced off, leaving only a few behind at the entrance.

Bavol, Shaba and I stepped from the shadows. We climbed the stairs at a stately pace. By the time we reached the door, the four guards pointed swords at our chests.

“At ease, men,” Bavol said in a commanding tone that promised pain if disobeyed. Impressive.

“You don’t give orders,” one man protested.

“I am Councilman Bavol Cacao Zaltana. This is Councilwoman Shaba Greenblade. We do indeed give the orders. Stand down. Now.”

The tips of their weapons wavered.

“Fetch Bruns Jewelrose,” Bavol ordered. “Tell him we await his immediate presence in my office.” Bavol strode into the Council Hall without waiting for an acknowledgment.

Shaba and I followed him. We made it as far as the middle of the lobby. Bruns stood on the stairs amid an impressive array of armed soldiers, Cilly Cloud Mist and a few other magicians. A sly smile spread on Bruns’s face.

I sucked in a breath. Showtime.

Cilly met my gaze. She pressed her lips together, and I sensed a light touch of magic in my mind before it was swallowed by the baby. Confusion creased her expression before she smoothed it out.

Baby, one. Cilly, zero.

“Ah, there you are, Bruns,” Bavol said.

“Bavol, what a...surprise. You shouldn’t have come. It’s much too dangerous for you here.”

So he was going to act civilized. At least, for now.

“Nonsense. This is where I and the rest of the Sitian Council should be. Don’t you agree?”

“No. The Commander has spies and assassins everywhere.”

“We accepted that risk when we were voted by our people to oversee Sitian affairs and protect our citizens. Thanks for stepping in, Bruns, but you’re dismissed. Councilwoman Greenblade and I will take it from here until the others arrive.” Bavol swept a hand out, indicating the crowd. “Everyone, report back to your stations until further notice.”

No one moved.

Bruns clapped. “Bravo. A very convincing performance. However, you don’t know your audience very well. All of them are loyal to me. No Theobroma needed.”

It made sense, but we’d hoped at least a few had been coerced and were beginning to wake up. Time for plan B. Glancing over my shoulder, I confirmed that all the guards were focused on the action happening inside the hall. Then I reached under my tunic and withdrew a glass storm orb. My baby bump diminished by half the size.

Holding it high above my head in both hands, I said, “Surrender now, or I’ll blow us all to bits!”

Many of the soldiers took a step back, but Bruns said, “She’s bluffing. She wouldn’t kill herself or her baby. This is truly pathetic, Yelena. What do you hope to accomplish?”

“Aww, shucks, Bruns, you saw right though me. You’re right. I’m not going to kill us all. I just wanted to distract you.” I tossed the orb at the staircase and grinned when they all flinched.

It shattered and released a thick white fog. The smoke swirled without direction for a second, but then raced up and down the steps with enough force to knock people down as they tried to flee. Heli stood near the door. She focused on controlling the air while Fisk and his helpers entered.

“The gas won’t last long,” I said over the roar of the wind. “Prick them with the Curare. It should work.”

The kids moved like scavengers over the bodies. But there were two missing—Bruns and Cilly.

They hadn’t come down, so they must have gone up to one of the upper floors.

“Bavol, stay here with Shaba. When the reinforcements arrive, you need to convince them you’re in charge,” I said. “Heli and Fisk, come with me.”

Fisk pulled his knives, and I loaded my blowpipe. We sprinted up the steps, being careful not to step on anyone.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked. “Room by room?”

“Is there another exit?” Heli asked.

“The Masters’ entrance,” I said.

“This way!” Fisk cut down an empty hallway.

Why was I surprised Fisk knew about it? Little scamp enjoyed ferreting out little-known facts like that. At the end of the hall was a stairway to the ground floor. I paused a moment to listen. Not a sound. Not even the pounding of boots. Good or bad?