The Assassin's Curse (6 page)

She touched the sheath on his waist that
usually held his black knife and found it there once again. He had
gone to retrieve it.

“She did not. Your aim was accurate.”

He sounded faintly proud. Amaranthe couldn’t
help but remember that her intent had been to take the thieves to
the magistrate, or at least tie them up somewhere the army could
find them.

“I wonder if they were in it for the money or
if their government sent them,” she said, hoping for the former. If
she had to kill people, she wanted them to be people who... well,
people who deserved it, though she admitted she wasn’t someone who
could fairly judge that.

“I heard them speaking,” Sicarius said.

“And?” Amaranthe prompted when he did not
volunteer more.

“They were brother and sister, seeking to
regain their family’s honor after a disgrace. They would have been
heroes, had they returned home with that much Turgonian
technology.”

“I see.” Maybe she shouldn’t have asked. It
disheartened her to realize those two had been on a mission not so
dissimilar to her own. “We better tend to your wound and head back
to the city. We’ll have to take a break from training while you
recover.”

“We?”

“You don’t expect me to tread water while
holding a brick over my head by myself, do you?”

THE END

ALSO BY THE AUTHOR

Novels with Amaranthe and Sicarius:

THE EMPEROR’S EDGE

DARK CURRENTS

DEADLY GAMES

Other novels:

ENCRYPTED

Novellas:

FLASH GOLD

HUNTED

PEACEMAKER (Winter 2012)

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