A Heart So Fierce and Broken (The Cursebreaker Series) (16 page)

Jacob is right behind him, rubbing at his eyes. “See? I told you they were still here. Hey, Harp.”

“Hey,” she says, but her eyes are on the boy. “Tycho. Here. Sit.”

It’s not an order, but he bows his head and murmurs, “Yes, my lady,” before easing onto the bench as gingerly as I did.

Harper gets a good look at his back and her steely eyes return to mine. Her jaw is clenched. “This is too far.”

I do not challenge her. We all fall into silence. A breeze pulls a shiver out of Tycho.

I need a plan. When I first ran from Ironrose months ago, I was injured, but not badly. No one was looking for me, so I was able to find work at Worwick’s.

Now everyone will be looking for me. And likely Tycho, too.

Neither of us is in any position to defend ourselves. Anyone who offers shelter will be at risk.

“We need to run,” I say.

Tycho looks at me. His eyes are clouded with pain and exhaustion, but hope flares when he hears my words. “Yes.”

I shake my head. “I have nowhere for us to go.”

At the edge of the building, motion flickers in the early-morning mist and shadows. A cloaked body steps around the corner.

I stand. Zo draws her sword.

“Be at ease.” Lia Mara draws back her hood. “I have somewhere for you to go.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

LIA MARA

Less than twelve hours ago, I watched this man receive a lashing until it exposed the muscle of his back, and now he’s on his feet like he’s ready to face an army. He must have been fierce as a guardsman. He’s fierce
now
, even pale and unsteady in the cool quiet of the courtyard. The look in his eyes makes my heart skip and flutter until I’m unsure whether I should run or stand my ground or find a weapon.

“What are you doing here?” he says, and only the whisper of strain in his voice reveals his weakness.

“The same as you, I believe.”

“You
followed
us.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You were half dead. It was hardly challenging.”

Princess Harper puts a hand on her guard’s arm. “Put up your sword,” she says quietly. To me, she says, “You have somewhere they can go?”

“Of course. He would be welcome in Syhl Shallow.”

“No,” says Grey.

“I am offering sanctuary,” I say. “In a place where Prince Rhen cannot pursue you.”

“So you are suggesting I trade one sovereign’s torture for another’s.”

“
Torture?
” I nearly laugh out loud. “You are the rightful heir to Emberfall. My mother will not harm you.” Mother will probably line his pockets with silver and fill his ears with promises. Nolla Verin will take one look at his dark eyes and broad shoulders and fawn all over him.

I should be happy—
proud
even—but the thought makes my stomach twinge.

I take a step closer, and he tenses. I spread my hands. “You can barely stand. You said you have nowhere to go.” I glance at Princess Harper. “Whatever you believe of my mother and my people, I truly did come here in the hopes of bringing peace to both our countries. I would offer peace now.”

Harper frowns, and she looks up at him. “Grey—you aren’t safe here.”

“Syhl Shallow is several days’ ride from here.” He takes a slow breath. “And that is if we ride hard.”

“Then we travel while we can,” I say, “and rest when you need.”

“No,” says the man standing near the inn wall. I recognize him and the healer from the day they dragged Grey into the courtyard. Prince Jacob. His skin is tan from midsummer, his hair dark and curly like Harper’s.

Harper swears under her breath and says, “Jake. Please.”

“He’s sworn to me now. If he’s going anywhere, it’s up to me.”

My eyes snap to Grey. “You are the crown prince and you swore your life to another?”

“I didn’t swear my life. And I am
not
the crown prince.” Grey cuts a glance at Jacob. “I swore passage as soon as I am able. To return you to Disi, I need the bracelet gifted by the enchantress—and it was left in Rillisk when you arrested me.”

Prince Jacob swears.

“I told you it wouldn’t be easy,” says Noah. “I told you that when we first caught him.”

“Tycho and I cannot return to Rillisk without being recognized,” says Grey. “Rhen has likely sent guardsmen there already.”

Harper’s expression is grim. “He has.”

Jacob folds his arms. “Fine. Whatever. I’m still not sending him to another country where we might never see him again.”

“You are all welcome to travel to Syhl Shallow,” I say. “I can guarantee your safety as well.”

They go silent and stare at me.

Wind cuts through the yard, pulling tendrils of hair from my cloak. “I came here seeking peace. I would like the opportunity to prove it.”

No one says anything.

Finally, Tycho says, “I heard that, in Syhl Shallow, the queen executes her prisoners, then eats their remains.”

Now my hands form fists. “I heard that, in Emberfall, the crown prince beats innocent boys nearly to death for political gain. Ah, forgive me, I watched that with my own eyes.”

Tycho flushes and looks away.

Grey runs a hand across his jaw and sighs. “We will head northwest, toward the mountain pass.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You agree?”

“Not yet. But if Rhen is searching in Rillisk—if he suspects I will find allies and friends there—it makes sense to head in the opposite direction.” He levels me with his gaze. “Though he may be seeking you as well, and it’s no secret which way you’ll go. A princess from Syhl Shallow will find few friends in Emberfall.”

“Then we’re well suited to help each other.”

Jacob looks to Harper. “You should come with us.”

“I need to go back.”

“No!” he snaps. “This is too far, Harp. You know it’s too far. You wouldn’t come with me before, but you can come with me
now.
” He pauses. “We can finally go home.”

She pales a shade, but she’s steadfast. “Jake—Rhen isn’t cruel. You didn’t see him last night—after—after you left—” Her voice breaks.

“I don’t care,” says Jacob.

She sniffs back her tears and straightens her back. “
I
care.” She pauses and glances at Grey. “And Rhen cares, too. Grey—he had no idea.”

“He knows now,” says Grey. His voice is soft. “And still he sent soldiers to Rillisk.”

“Please.” She glances at Jacob. “Please. What he did was horrible, but you have to understand—”

“I understand we are at risk,” says Grey. “And time is not on our side.”

“Come with us,” says Jacob.

For a moment, Harper glances between him and Grey. Her eyes linger on Grey for a moment too long. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop him,” she says quietly.

“A princess should not apologize—” he begins.

“I should,” she says. “And a prince should.” She takes a step back. “I’ll do what I can. I promise.”

After Harper leaves to return to Ironrose, we take the wagon. Jacob and Noah drive the horses, while a heavy length of canvas sheeting covers the back. Grey and Tycho both lie facedown on a thin layer of straw, speaking in low voices that I cannot make out over the creaks and rattles of the wagon—nor the steady beat of my pulse. I lie faceup near the side, my hands clasped over my abdomen, watching the canvas lighten as the sun finishes rising.

My comfortable carriage ride with Nolla Verin a few short days ago feels more like a dream than a memory.

I’ve been wondering what my sister thought when Parrish came back with my message. I’d like to think that she is hopeful for me—or at least
worried
for me.

As we drive, I wonder about Princess Harper. Grey claimed there was nothing between them, but there is surely
something.
By helping him, she puts herself at risk. She puts her
country
at risk. Along with the missing military support promised by Disi, it creates more questions than I have answers for. I could understand if
she
hoped to ally with Grey as the rightful heir, but she would never send him away. Especially not with me. She must know my mother will seek to use Grey against Rhen, but she seemed desperate to see him safely away, no matter the potential cost.

Eventually the wagon rattles to a stop, and we emerge in the middle of a forest so densely packed with trees and foliage that the sun fights to find us.

Jacob is beginning to unhitch the horses, and Grey says, “Turn them loose. They bear the royal brand. We’ll have to go on foot.”

“You want to
walk
to Syhl Shallow?”

“I do not want to walk anywhere at all.” Grey looks up and around, blinking at the streaks of sunlight that peek between leaves. “We can find horses in the next city.” His eyes shift to Harper’s brother. “I would ask for your sword.”

Jacob snorts. “Well, I would tell you no.”

Grey takes a step closer to him. His wounds have seeped through his shirt to create a maze of pink and red lines across his back, and he moves stiffly. “
Your
life is not at stake. Mine is.”

Jacob folds his arms, and his eyes turn flinty. “You can barely stand up straight. What are you going to do with it?”

“Just give him the sword,” says Noah.

“Okay, sure.” Jacob gives Grey an up-and-down glance. “If you can take it, you can have it.”

Grey’s hand flies so quickly that I barely realize he’s moved until his fist cracks into Jacob’s jaw. I gasp as the other man starts to fall. Grey grabs the hilt and pulls the blade free before Jacob hits the ground.

“Done.” Grey points the sword at his waist. “The belt as well.”

Jacob pushes himself up on one arm and spits blood into the leaves. “I hate you.”

Noah sighs and picks up a heavily laden satchel and swings it over his shoulder. His warm brown eyes look to me. “Lia Mara, is it? Let’s start walking. Come on, Tycho.”

He turns. Compared to the other men, I appreciate his quiet, no-nonsense demeanor. I hurry to fall in step beside him. Tycho is a shadow at our back.

“You don’t know where you’re going!” Jake calls from behind us.

“I know which way northwest is,” Noah calls back. “I’m not stitching you up again, Grey.”

“You said you took an oath. You have to stitch me up no matter what.” But leaves and underbrush crunch behind us, so I know they are following.

For some reason, I expected that we would walk a short while before finding a town, but we trudge through the woods for
hours
. The terrain is rough and the going slow, so no one talks until I’m starving and Grey is limping and Tycho’s breathing is labored. The boy swipes sweat from his eyes, which are red, and I wonder if tears are mixed in.

“Perhaps we should rest,” I say, and Tycho shoots me a grateful look.

Grey casts a look around. “We’re less than five miles from the creek. We can camp there, then set out again after midnight.”

Five miles.
Now
I
want to cry. I shift to walk beside Tycho. His jaw is tight, and he’s forcing his legs to move.

“Five miles won’t take long,” I say, and I’m partly trying to convince myself. “And a creek means water.”

Grey must hear the encouraging note in my voice, because he looks over and catches a glimpse of Tycho’s expression. “If there were steamed crabs at the end, you’d be
running
for them,” he says.

A weary grin breaks through Tycho’s melancholy. “I’d beat you there.”

“Can we
please
not talk about food?” says Jacob.

We all fall back into silence. Grey staggers as he steps over a fallen tree, but he catches himself with a hand against another trunk. He makes no sound, but it takes him a moment before he can press on.

I’ve reached a point where I can’t tell if this is strength or stubbornness.

“Can you not use magic to heal yourself?” I say to him. “I have heard stories of the magesmiths—”

“I cannot use magic at all.”

Tycho glances over. “You used magic to free us.” He pauses, then glances at me. “And—and at Worwick’s.”

“At Worwick’s, I had an enchanted bracelet. At Ironrose …” He sighs. “I have no idea what happened at Ironrose.”

“Maybe we should beat the crap out of you again and see what happens,” says Jacob.

Grey gives him a level look. “Try.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Noah snaps.

“Must you men make everything about violence?” I say. “Not every problem can be solved by the edge of a sword.”

“Your mother surely thinks so.” Grey looks at me, and his eyes are hard. “Not every problem can be solved by the tongue in your mouth, either.”

The words are not suggestive, but I flush anyway. Even wounded and limping, with sweat and blood sticking his shirt to his body, he is so unyielding. I miss the easy banter of Sorra and Parrish. Easy banter that I’ll never hear again, due to my choices. Due to their misplaced loyalty. I longed to be queen, but Mother made the right choice in naming Nolla Verin.

My throat is tightening, so I shake these thoughts away before they can get the better of me. “I have offered to
help
you,” I say. “I am not your enemy.”

“You are an enemy to Emberfall,” he says. “You are a threat to the Crown.”

Now I see. This is the former guardsman speaking. I hold his gaze. “So are you.”

He sets his jaw and says nothing.

We hear the rush of water long before we see it flowing between trees at a rapid clip. The waterway is wider than I expect, at least twenty feet across, with occasional shallow pools where water has collected along the banks.