On the Prowl

was trying to do: if he couldn’t take me out one way, he’d use another. I gathered everything I had and pushed, no direction in mind, no thought, just a desire to get him away. The most I’d hoped for was that it would throw him out of arm’s reach. Instead, he went flying off the roof as if shot from a cannon, far out across the city. For some reason, the lantern in his hand didn’t go out, making him look weirdly like a comet streaking across the dark sky.
    I stood there, staring incredulously after him, as yells came from rooftops on all sides. Heidar ran up the next moment, sounding breathless. His lips, looking strangely bloodless in the moonlight, were parted in shock. “What have you been doing?”
    “Surviving! Where the hell were you?”
    “Stealing a horse.”
    I stopped, mid-rant. “Good answer.”
    Little points of light from the guard’s lanterns were starting to converge on our position. “Well, they know where we are now,” Heidar said grimly. “Run!”
    We ran.

C HAPTER 4
    A FTER half a dozen buildings, we dropped to the ground via an outdoor staircase Heidar had discovered. We spent long, tense minutes slipping through dark alleys, watching lanterns flicker in and out of the shadows above us. The Fey seemed to think we were still on the rooftops, at least for now.
    Heidar had stuffed the horse behind a cart piled high with barrels. It blocked the only exit to a small alley, creating a makeshift pen. He moved the cart slightly to the side to let the horse out, while I stared at it dubiously. My feet were killing me, but a fact was a fact. “I don’t ride, you know.”
    “What do you mean, you don’t ride?”
    “I mean, I don’t ride. As in, never been on a horse in my life.” The very large animal snorted loudly. It didn’t seem to appreciate getting rained on any more than I did, or maybe it was me it didn’t like. It rolled its eyes and whinnied unhappily every time I came near.
    Heidar was looking at me like I’d told him I didn’t know how to walk. “Everyone can ride.”
    “Can you drive a car?”
    “No.”
    I shrugged. “Different worlds.”
    He grasped me around the waist and tossed me onto the horse’s back. “Yes, but we’re stuck in this one, at least for now. Hold on.” He vaulted up in front of me and I clutched the soggy fabric of his tunic in a death grip. Then we were off.
    The horse didn’t come equipped with a saddle, and its back was wet and slippery. It took most of my concentration not to slide off one side or the other as we went pelting down a maze of tiny streets, splashing through puddles and constantly changing direction. The sound of hooves striking cobblestones echoed off the surrounding buildings, seeming to come back at us from every direction at once. I could hear shouts and see wildly swinging lanterns, both above us and flickering in and out of dark alleyways. As the minutes passed, more and more of them were on our level. The Fey had figured out that we were no longer on the rooftops, but couldn’t quite catch up to Heidar’s crazy horsemanship.
    Those above us kept shouting to the ones in the street, giving them directions, I suppose, about which way we were headed. One somehow reached a wooden structure that formed a bridge over the street just before we did. When we passed underneath, he pushed a large barrel down almost on top of our heads. It missed, splintering into pieces on the cobblestones right beside us, but the gush of water it threw out hit me like a fist. The force of it knocked me sprawling, but Heidar somehow caught me before I hit the ground, grabbing the waistband of my soggy gown just before I slammed face-first into the hard road.
    The wet chiffon stretched across my chest, leaving what felt like welts behind, but amazingly, it didn’t rip. Heidar managed to control the rearing horse, which had been reigned in too abruptly for its liking, and maneuvered it back under the bridge for cover. He pulled me up in front of him as the guard overhead started shooting at us.
    “Are you all right?” he asked, sounding almost as breathless as I was. I nodded in response, not having enough air left in my lungs to speak. “We have to risk it,” he said simply.
    I pushed wet hair out of my eyes and saw what he meant. The guard on the bridge had a bad angle, and none of his arrows were connecting, but his shouts had been answered from several points behind us. Half a dozen lanterns swung into the street as I watched, some