Fate's Edge

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    “The guy with white hair! I know him!” a voice said in a guttural snarl from the front cabin.
    Audrey turned and saw a giant man next to the blond blueblood woman up on the cliff. He towered over her, his mane of white hair shifting in the wind.
    “I see him,” Kaldar said. “Karmash, Spider’s lieutenant. I thought we killed the sonovabitch the last time.”
    “I’ll fix that,” the guttural voice barked.
    “Not now, you won’t. Steer, Gaston.”
    The dark-haired tattooed man next to the blueblood woman heaved something with his right arm. Huge muscles flexed as he hurled it at them. The dark object flew through the air, right at Audrey. She caught it by pure reflex and fell to her knees.
    Bloodstained and slick with gore, Gnome’s decapitated head stared at her with dead eyes.
     
    HELENA watched the wyvern soar into the endless sky. They truly were beautiful creatures. If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.
    A shot popped, like a firecracker. Magic whipped from her, her flash snapping into a glowing white barrier, shielding her and her team. A spark flared to the left—the bullet disintegrating, bitten in half by the flash shield. If not for her magic, it would’ve hit Sebastian in the face.
    Helena held the barrier for a few seconds, but no more shots came. She let the magic die. She could resurrect the shield at any moment without pausing for conscious effort. Her bloodline stretched back over a thousand years. Magic was so deeply ingrained in her, its use was as instinctive as breathing.
    “They are gone,” Sebastian said next to her, his voice a deep, guttural growl.
    And they had murdered her tracker, too. It would be a loss keenly felt. Sobat could find a drop of blood in a gallon of water. Taken down by surprise by a gun. How appallingly stupid. Sobat was more than capable of a low-grade flash shield, which would disrupt the flight of a bullet. Now they had to rely on Emily, and her talents were, while not bad per se, not on par with Sobat’s. Inside, Helena grimaced. She hated to rely on second-best.
    “No matter.” Helena shrugged. “The book?”
    Sebastian waved a clawed finger. Suzanne appeared, carrying the dead man’s book.
    “Emily.”
    The thin, petite tracker stepped forward. Wiry and always nervous, with reddish hair that looked odd with her bronze skin and hazel eyes, Emily reminded Helena of a skittish ermine. It had to be the combination of large wide eyes, always looking surprised, and round ears slightly protruding from her head.
    “M’lady?”
    “Find the page with the most recent scent signature on it.”
    Emily motioned downward at Suzanne. The two women knelt. Emily opened the book and leaned close, inhaling. She turned the page, sniffed it, turned the next one.
    This would take a while. Helena looked away, into the distance. The wyvern all but melted into the blue.
    Karmash cleared his throat. “M’lady?”
    Sebastian bared his teeth.
    “Yes?” Helena said.
    “I recognized the man, m’lady. He is a mud rat from the Mire.”
    The Mire. The memory of Spider sitting in his wheelchair on the balcony flashed before her. That godforsaken clump of muddy water where mongrels dared to oppose the peers of the realm. They had cost the best agent the Hand ever had the use of his legs. Her emotions must’ve reflected on her face, because Karmash took a step back.
    “Is he a Mar?” The name of the family left a foul taste on her tongue.
    “He is. He killed the head of the second unit your uncle took to the swamp. His name is Kaldar.”
    The name blazed in her head.
    Helena dropped by Emily. The agent shrank back.
    “I know that you are trying to hurry because you think that they are escaping and time is short,” Helena said. “I need you to slow down. Don’t rush. Take all the time you need.”
    Emily blinked at her.
    “Make sure there are no mistakes, even if it takes hours. Accuracy is more important. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, m’lady.”
    Helena rose and fixed Karmash with her demon stare. The giant swallowed.
    “Tell me more,” Helena ordered. “Tell me everything.”

SEVEN
    GNOME’S head lay in her hands. Audrey stared at it for one painful, horrified moment and dropped it on the floor of the cabin. Gnome’s head rolled and came to rest against a trunk.
    They threw his head at me. Gnome is dead, and it’s my fault.
    “Stubborn, greedy fool.” Kaldar picked up the head and deposited it in a wicker box.
    A weapon. She