Dead of Winter (The Arcana Chronicles #3)(14)

Gabriel followed my gaze. “From up on high, I see things that can’t be random—shapes, designs, clues—all the time.”

I blinked again. From here, those white stacks kind of looked like stars in an inky sky.

“Empress, I have the senses of both angel and animal, and I recognize the gods’ return.”

“Um, okay?” Cult crazy, cult crazy, I’m about to die.

“No matter what happens, I want you to know that I dearly wish you could end this game.”

What happens? Did he mean, like, any second now? I should’ve bound us in vine!

Just when I was sure he was about to drop me, he descended to the edge of the bluff on the other side. “You’re the only Arcana fighting for a different future than the one we’ve been dealt.”

As we touched down, I felt guilty for doubting him.

“I go now. For Selena.” Eager much? He saluted, then took to the air once more, the backdraft of his wings whipping my poncho.

Long moments later, he flew back with the Archer in his arms, holding her close, reluctant to let her go once they landed.

Oblivious, Selena pushed at him to stand on her own. Gabriel cleared his throat. “I return with Quintessence.” He disappeared into the murk once more.

As Selena and I waited, misgivings about my plan arose. “What if something goes wrong?” I tucked the end of my ponytail into my poncho hood. “What do you think the Lovers would hit back with? Would they use guns?” So far, most Arcana had spurned them.

Selena limbered up, stretching one of her long legs. “Some say the Lovers throw poison darts like Cupid himself. And wouldn’t that be adorable?” she added in a disgusted tone. “But I’d expect guns, considering their army.”

Poison didn’t affect me, and a bullet wouldn’t kill me. Not so for the others. Was I leading them to their deaths? I’d gotten used to being a leader, telling people what needed to be done. Still hadn’t gotten used to the responsibility.

“But check this, Evie—my arrow’s already in flight. So I don’t give a shit what the Duke and Duchess Most Perverse are packing. If you told me the twins could vaporize archers with their eyes, I’d still try to save J.D.”

Oddly, that made me feel better, as if she’d pep-talked me.

When Gabriel returned with a wide-eyed Tess, he said, “Allow me to detect Jack’s scent and get a lay of the land. It might take a few moments with these winds.”

As we waited, the World Card bit her fingernails and tapped one of her boots. To everyone else, she’d appear to be a two-hundred-pound soldier with a nervous disorder.

Selena slapped the girl’s hand. “At ease, Quintessence.”

“You could stay here,” I told Tess. “Keep watch or something.”

“She goes where I go,” Gabriel said. “And I’ve got the scent. Ladies, shall we rescue the hunter?”





8


The camp was like a ghost town. No soldiers roamed the grounds as we navigated our way through a maze of tents and lean-tos.

One large tent had light spilling from it, and male voices carried from within.

A middle-aged woman shuffled around a nearby cooking fire, ladling food into bowls. Her ankles were hobbled, her feet bare on the freezing ground.

A slave. Under General Milovníci’s orders, this army abducted females, “involuntary recruits.”

My nails lengthened, turning into purple thorn claws.

Selena must’ve noticed my tension. “Don’t even think about it. Stay focused on J.D. Once we free him, we’ll worry about these prisoners.”

With difficulty, I turned away from the woman.

Gabriel inhaled short bursts of air. “I scent Jack just around the corner of the ridge ahead. He’s in a tent that’s off by itself, a boon for us.”

Selena’s gaze swept the area. “Can you tell how many guards?”

“I think about twenty or so.”

I shoved up my sleeve to reach the glimmering spore glyph on my forearm. “Pull up your bandannas. It’s time.”

Once the others were ready, I drew from the glyph, filling my hand with a sleeping toxin. As we rounded the corner, I blew against my palm to spread the spores. Like starting a blaze from kindling.

Dozens of men guarded a gigantic tent. And they all wore . . .

Gas masks.

My invisible onslaught drifted harmlessly over them, carried off on the wind.

Tess gasped, muttering, “You can’t put them to sleep.”

“Keep it together!” Selena yanked down her bandanna, and the others did too.

Now what were we going to do? There was no reason for us—or the four soldiers we resembled—to be this far from the main camp.

“Gabriel, you’ll have to talk to them,” I whispered. “Tell them that Vincent sent for us.”

He called to the guards, “Greetings!” He might as well have said, “Hail, fellow, well met!”

I inwardly groaned. Tess gasped again.

“Vincent summoned us.”

A tall, lanky soldier, the apparent leader, said, “He told us he doesn’t want to be disturbed.” The man sounded creepy through his gas mask. “Not for any . . .” He trailed off, eyes going wide.

At Tess.