Night Study (Soulfinders #2)(59)

“Orders?” Ari asked me.

“It’s clearly a misunderstanding,” I said, lowering my bo. “No need for bloodshed.” I threaded the staff back on my saddle and dismounted. “Do as he asks.”

Although they grumbled, Ari and Janco returned their swords to the sheaths attached to their saddles before swinging down.

“Step away from the horses,” the captain ordered. “Hands on your heads.”

Before I complied, I whispered, “Kiki, once they have us, take The Madam and Whiskey to the Keep, please.”

Staying together, we moved a few feet down the road. Romas instructed us to kneel and then his men closed in to secure our hands behind our backs. A shout rose as Kiki lurched forward, scattering guards. The Madam and Whiskey kept pace with her.

“Sir?” someone called.

“Let them go,” Romas said. He grabbed my arm and jerked me to my feet. “We’ve only orders for these three.”

“Who signed the arrest order?” I asked him.

“You’ll be shown a copy of the arrest affidavit when you’re processed. Let’s go.”

The captain kept his hand clamped around my biceps as they marched us through the streets. I imagined one of Fisk’s helpers reporting to him about our arrest. Would Fisk even be surprised? Or had he heard about the arrest warrant through his network?

A list of recriminations spun through my mind. I should have stayed at an inn as Janco had wanted and then visited Fisk in the morning when the traffic through the gates would have hidden us. Too bad I hadn’t thought of this sooner. I’d grown lazy, relying on my magic. Being extra cautious, paranoid even, was no longer a habit of mine. At least my stupid mistake didn’t get us killed. Not this time.

Instead of leading us to the Citadel’s jail, Romas escorted us to the holding cells in the basement of the Council Hall. No surprise that the members of the Council had signed the order to arrest me and my companions on sight. And I probably shouldn’t be shocked that they didn’t incarcerate me in the Keep’s special cells—the ones that blocked a prisoner’s magic. By now, news of my condition had probably spread throughout the Citadel and Sitia.

While they searched Ari and Janco and removed a substantial pile of weapons and lock picks, they only performed a quick pat-down on me—an interesting side effect of being considered harmless. They found my switchblade, but nothing else.

We were locked in three adjoining cells, the guards departed and the metal outer door clanged shut, leaving us in utter blackness. I groped for the bed and tried to get comfortable on the thin mattress. The silence didn’t last long.

“Ah, just like old times,” Janco said. “Oh, wait. What am I saying? It’s just like almost every time I’m with you, Yelena. Don’t you get tired of being arrested all the time?”

“You’re exaggerating,” I said.

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot about our last mission. We weren’t locked up, just tied down. My mistake.”

“Give it a rest, Janco,” Ari said.

“Yeah, well, it seems every time I’m in Sitia, I’m thrown into jail. Do you think they’ll stamp my frequent-visitor card? I think I get a prize if I’ve been in them all.”

“What’s the plan?” Ari asked. “Do either of you have a set—”

“This place gives me the creeps,” Janco interrupted, warning us of magic in use nearby.

A magician was probably listening or monitoring us in some way. Lovely.

“Everything gives you the creeps,” Ari said, but he didn’t sound as exasperated as usual.

“Not everything. There are a few things that don’t bother me.”

“What about you, Yelena?” Ari asked.

They had switched to talking in code. I replayed their comments in my mind, teasing out the true meaning. Ari was about to ask if we had a set of lock picks and from Janco’s recent comment, I guessed he did.

“There are a couple things that give me the willies, but being locked in a cell isn’t one,” I said. In other words, yes, I had two sets of lock picks on me, but we should stay put. I’d hoped to convince the Council of our innocence, and escaping would be a guilty action.

“Do you think we’ll have visitors?” Ari asked.

“I’m sure Master Magician Irys will stop by in the morning to explain what’s going on.”

“As long as that annoying little bloodsucker doesn’t show up, I’ll be happy,” Janco said.

He referred to The Mosquito, an assassin who’d been hired to kill me. I’d also be happy to never encounter him again. “We’ve only just arrived. It’s doubtful he knows we’re here.”

“News spreads fast.” Concern laced Ari’s voice.

“We won’t be here long,” I tried to assure him.

“Have you been in here before?” Janco asked.

“Yes, to visit Opal when the Council was worried about her glass-siphoning powers.” Which meant I knew the layout of the cells and building. “She scared them and they kept her well guarded.”

“Do we scare them?” Ari asked.

“Not as much.” It’d be difficult to break out, but not impossible. However, I hoped to avoid the necessity of escaping. “Just let me do all the talking.”