Endless Knight(13)

Before I’d even made a conscious decision, I was sprinting for Joules, tree limbs parting for me. Nearly mindless with rage, I leapt atop him, perching on the limb clenched around his chest, careful to avoid his electrified skin. I could feel his currents bombarding his bindings.

“Wood,” I explained. “Such a poor conductor.” As he struggled, I raised my dripping claws to finish him. “Looks like you’re helpless.”


Death urged me —Do it. You once told me how good it feels to sink your claws into flesh. Don’t you remember?—


Tess screamed, “Don’t you hurt him! P-please, don’t!”


Yelling with frustration, Gabriel tried to elude my tempest to save his friend, but he was too injured, too slow.

“Póg mo thóin,” Joules grated. “Kiss my arse, Empress.”


“Ah, Tower, you should have taken my offer.” My voice was breathier, evil-sounding. “Poison is such a painful way to go.”


Death whispered —Why must you always taunt them so? Make a clean kill and be done with it.—


Shut up!

Though Joules appeared horrified, his tone was full of bravado. “Do it, then. What I want is on the other side anyway.”


I leaned my head closer to his, savoring the way my burning glyphs reflected in his terrified eyes. “Come. Touch. But you’ll pay a—” The words strangled in my throat, because I’d caught sight of . . .

Jackson.

He’d come running down a nearby alley, bow at the ready, but froze upon seeing me.

My heart leapt. He hadn’t left us?

He took cover behind an old shed not fifty feet away. He wore a hunter’s coat, a hoodie, and fingerless gloves. The straps of his familiar bug-out bag fitted over his broad shoulders. His biker boots had been replaced with hiking boots.

He’d been resupplying before coming back for me! I should’ve had more faith.

Jackson’s lips parted at my appearance. He’d seen the aftermath of my battle with the Alchemist—now he had a front-row seat to an execution.

Execution?

This wasn’t me. I wasn’t a killer. Jack hadn’t left us this morning—but I knew if I did this thing now, I would lose him forever. I glanced down at Joules.

No longer did I see the malicious Tower Card. This was just a kid, sweating with fear. I shook my head hard, reining in the fury. Inhale. Exhale. Glance at Jack. Better.

To Joules, I said, “I told you I didn’t want to kill. The only reason I have this marking on my hand is because I had to defend myself. I did everything I could not to harm the Alchemist.”


“Just get this feckin’ over wit’!”


Seeing how much rage Joules had inside him—and an apparent death wish—made me question my offer of alliance. Though I would pass on recruiting this unmerry band today, I would spare them on one condition. . . . “If I release you, will you vow not to hunt us again?”


Tess cried, “Make the vow!”


Gabriel called, “Do it, Tower.”


Joules blinked at me. “You’ll spare us?”


“This game is different. This time, the Empress isn’t playing. I’ll spare you all.”


Selena, Matthew, and Finn approached, flanking me. A unified front. “None of us are playing.” I gazed up at Selena. “Isn’t that right?”


She sighed. “Apparently, we’re going to figure out a way to kill Death, then stop the game.”


Joules jutted his chin. “Aye, then, I vow I’ll not hunt you. But if you attack us, it’s on.”


Anxious to go talk to Jack, I said, “Good enough!” My barbs dropped once more to the street. My claws morphed back. My glyphs dimmed. With just a thought, I freed Tess and unraveled the Tower, offering my hand to help him up.

Joules stared at it. Muttering, “Bloody hell,” he took it.

With the battle averted, Gabriel landed and gave Selena a formal bow—Archangel dug the Archer?

“Don’t you need to go molt or something?” she sniffed.

In a commiserating tone, Matthew told Tess, “The World wasn’t built in a day.” Then he turned to Joules. Sounding more authoritative than I’d ever heard him, Matthew said, “You need to leave this valley, Tower. Before the sun sets.”


Joules’s gaze flickered over each of us. “Not a problem.”


As soon as the Tower and his allies were out of sight, everything seemed to compete for my attention, when all I wanted to do was talk to Jackson.

Selena slapped me on the back. “If I were a nice person who didn’t loathe you, I’d say you did well.”


A limb from the remaining oak offered itself to my thorn claws, like an arm extended for a blood donation. Energy there for the taking.

Death had his own commentary: —You spared the Tower, of all Arcana? Have you lost your wits, creature?—


But I wasn’t paying attention to any of them; instead I hastened toward Jackson’s spot behind that shed. He’d already begun striding away.

“Jack, wait up.” I trotted after him.

He kept walking toward the mountains. The ones that led to cannibal country.