The Traitor's Ruin
By Erin Beaty
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In Erin Beaty's The Traitor's Ruin, war breaks out between nations and Sage Fowler must infiltrate enemy territory to reconnect with her first love, Captain Alex Quinn.
A captain with a secret.
A spy with a mission.
A kingdom on the verge of ruin.
After proving her worth as a deft spy and strategic matchmaker, Sage Fowler is now comfortably positioned in high society as the royal tutor. When she learns of a secret mission, she jumps at the chance to serve her kingdom once more—and to be reunited with her fiancé, Captain Alex Quinn.
However, Sage’s headstrong insistence clashes with Alex’s gruff military exterior. And after a skirmish with a bordering kingdom, they're separated when tragedy strikes. Now in enemy territory, Sage desperately scrambles to complete Alex’s reconnaissance mission. Can she save her kingdom once more?
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"Beaty balances a taut web of deceit...readers will be carried away by the mystery." —The Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books (BCCB)
Erin Beaty
Erin Beaty was born and raised in Indianapolis. She graduated from the US Naval Academy with a degree in rocket science and served in the fleet as a weapons officer and a leadership instructor. She and her husband have five children, and live wherever the navy tells them to go—currently Kansas. She is the author of the Traitor's Trilogy and the Blood and Moonlight duology.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I looked at this book on the shelf numerous times. The other day, I sat down and started reading it. I'm so glad I did as it's the kind of fantasy with dark elements and a vivid world that I especially like. While I didn't read the first book and realize I missed something in this as a result, I was thoroughly immersed in this quite quickly. It was so good I ordered book three as soon as I finished. It's a very good story for young adults (and adults) who like plenty of tension, intrigue and plot twists set in a well crafted world.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Before I continue with this review I just want to say that I was one of those who did not find the first book racist or "problematic" misogynistic. My problem was how much of a hater Sage was towards literally everyone and how she thought she was better than everyone because she’s Not-Like-Other-Girls (TM). I went into this with an open mind and no lingering anger about those other things. Alex is given a new assignment to scout for enemies spying in a nearby land. His troops are assigned to help another army train so they are prepared for whatever dangers they might face and could be useful in a battle. As per usual it is a spying mission of utmost importance therefore only a handful of soldiers are being entrusted with the true nature of their trip. Meanwhile, Sage is off working in the King’s castle as a private tutor to the young crown Princesses and writing letters to her fiancé Alex. She is then offered a spy job from the Queen to report to her what the King has been keeping from her and making sure her son the Crown Prince is safe and not being sent on a secretly dangerous mission. Usually, this is the part where the summary should say that the two have to work together to keep the boy safe and perhaps save the entire country from nefarious enemies. But no. Sage is still a freaking child but Alex also has his moments that make me facepalm in disappointment. “This isn’t about you,” Alex to Sage after she throws yet another fit because she’s not getting what she wants. Please honey, just listen. But she doesn’t. I couldn’t help the many times I had to roll my eyes at their fighting. I will continue to praise the fluff because I’m a sucker for a good romance but at some points it just felt like they were living in a fantasy world where everyone shipped them and made it obvious. I’m pretty sure at some point the Prince even said that everyone knew about them and was rooting for them. What I want to know is why does Sage keep important documents from people with actual authority and power? If she shared the translated documents then it could have helped with the investigation and avoided some misunderstandings but noooooo she just wanted a challenge or something. Though I am proud at her growth, she realized that embracing her femininity is not a bad thing at all. Unfortunately, it was mostly because she wanted Alex to think she was pretty and to want to look at her. Dude, she literally found a guy who would look at her regardless of how feminine she was looking in that moment, literally what she had hoped for but...baby steps.I still found this entertaining but I really do need there to be a better plot in the background because obviously the romance is coming first and foremost but the other stuff is coming across as an afterthought. Lastly, the person who keeps writing the summaries for this series needs to be fired. Spoiler the “death” hinted at doesn’t happen until around chapter fifty-something. I don’t care enough to go back and check for sure.Serious question time: Why is Sage afraid of being friends with other females? Why is she afraid of being feminine period? She’s super judgy of Lani for no reason then all of a sudden she decides they are friends even though Lani’s been trying to show that she does see them as friends after they started hanging out more often. I’m really questioning if Beaty is capable of writing a good female friendship at this point.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5In a time when conflict is brewing between kingdoms, Sage and the queen brew up a plan to find out what is really going on. Sage uses her knowledge of language and historical research about the kingdoms to help save her nation in a time of crisis while trying to salvage her relationship with Alex.
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The Traitor's Ruin - Erin Beaty
1
KNITTING NEEDLES WEREN’T very effective weapons, but they were better than fencing with feather quills.
Sage lunged at her pupil, and the princess blocked her smoothly but stopped short of where she ought to have finished the move.
No, no,
said Sage. Carry that around and force my blade away so you can move in.
She took a step back. Let’s try that again.
Do you mind?
snapped eleven-year-old Carinthia from across the schoolroom. I can’t concentrate with combat knitting in the background.
Princess Rose lowered her blade
and rolled her eyes, but Sage gestured for her to stay quiet. Sorry, Cara. How many problems do you have left?
Five.
That’s good enough for today. You can go.
The princess was out the door almost before Sage had finished speaking.
Would you like me to look over her paper for you, Sage?
Arithmetic was easy for Rose, but she’d also do anything to delay needlework.
No, thank you.
Sage picked up the page and scanned it. Twelve of the fifteen finished were correct. Carinthia had made a lot of progress in the nine months since Sage had become her tutor.
Are you going to the training yards this afternoon?
Rose asked, idly twirling her knitting needle.
Sage tried to act like it hadn’t been on her mind for hours as she nodded. They’re having a double ring fencing match today. Master Reed says I’m ready.
A glance around the room told her it was tidy enough. She offered Rose the knitting needle she still held. Don’t forget this.
The princess made a face before accepting it. Together they walked into the adjacent room, where Rose’s mother and sister sat working on an elaborate tapestry near the hearth fire. The queen was a fair-skinned northerner, with bright, wheat-colored curls that Rose had inherited. Sitting by her side, Princess Cara was in her element at last, stitching scarlet designs into the heavy fabric. Rose groaned. Knitting she disliked, but embroidery she hated.
Sage curtsied. We’re done for the day, Majesty,
she said. Is there anything else you need of me?
The queen was slightly farsighted, and Sage had taken on the additional duties as her private secretary a few months ago. Any new correspondence?
I suspect you are really asking if there is anything for you,
the queen said. But no, there is nothing.
Sage frowned. This was the second week in a row there was nothing from Alex. As he was the king’s nephew and she was employed in the royal household, their private letters were often included in official dispatches going to and from the capital—more reliable delivery, but still sporadic.
Orianna looked up from her sewing with a gentle smile. The Tegann Pass has already opened for the year, so communication will increase in the next few weeks. If anything does arrive, rest assured I will forward it to you immediately.
Sage wasn’t sure when she’d stopped feeling awkward when members of the royal family showed such consideration for her feelings. If there’s nothing, then Your Majesty will excuse me.
May I go with her, Mother?
asked Rose.
The queen’s tone became more formal as she addressed her elder daughter. Twice already this week you have skipped embroidery to watch Sage. Both times you promised to make up your work, and both times you have failed to do so.
But, Mother—
The answer is no.
Orianna squinted into the magnifying glass over the cloth. Close work and reading strained her eyes and gave her headaches, but sewing was something Her Majesty would not give up. You need not ask again.
Sage shrugged apologetically at the thirteen-year-old, but privately she was glad not to have an audience today. Rose stomped to her sewing basket and plopped down, slouching against the back of her chair. Orianna glared at her, and Rose immediately straightened. With a sigh, the queen sat back and rubbed her eyes before looking up to Sage with a weary smile. You’ve gone down to the training yards every day this week, if I’m not mistaken. If it weren’t for Captain Quinn, I’d think you had your eye on someone.
Sage flushed. It helps me feel closer to him in a way.
The conflict in Tasmet had started at the end of last spring and was now entering its ninth month. No amount of writing could make up for all the time they’d lost. I also enjoy it. And with all the new soldiers arriving lately, there’s so much more I can learn.
Orianna’s expression clouded over. Yes, well, I’m sure you don’t want to be late today.
She turned back to her sewing and jabbed her needle into the fabric.
The mood shift was puzzling, but Sage didn’t have time to unravel it right now. She curtsied and departed the queen’s sitting room, already mentally wielding a sword. She’d have to hurry if she wanted to claim one of the padded armor suits small enough to fit her slight frame. In her excitement, she’d taken twenty steps before she remembered she was still wearing a dress. Sage whirled around and trotted back in the direction of her room, loosening the laces of her bodice as she went. Five minutes later she was taking shortcuts through the servants’ passages, dressed in breeches and a linen shirt.
More soldiers than ever filled the yards, shouting greetings to old friends and making new ones. Sage wove through the crowds, focused on getting to the main arena. She’d long ago cured herself of automatically searching every group of soldiers for Alex’s face, hoping against hope he’d returned to Tennegol before he could tell her he was coming.
She had been only partly honest with the queen. Coming here did help her feel closer to Alex, but her reasons went deeper. Ever since Father died five years ago, Sage’s life had been ruled by others. Her aunt and uncle may have had good intentions, but her guardians had set her on a path of relying on a husband for her safety and well-being. When she worked for the matchmaker, Darnessa was better at letting her have independence, and Sage might have found herself after a few years, but last spring changed everything. She’d never felt more helpless, more of a liability than she did at Tegann.
Alex’s soldiers had needed to get packets of red blaze—powders that created massive columns of red smoke when burned—to the scouts outside the fortress so they could signal for help. Sage was the only one who could squeeze out of the sewer grate to escape, but she was caught by a sentry. She’d been barely competent enough to defend herself, and it had almost cost her her life.
She would never be helpless again.
Sage managed to snag the last suit small enough to fit her, beating out a palace squire who had wasted time picking out a sword first. She tried not to look too triumphant as she shoved her arms into the sleeves and buckled the top half to the bottom. Even luckier, this particular outfit was designed to also wear on horseback, meaning the rear and back of the thighs were looser and not padded. Frankly, her backside needed the extra room.
Once the practice armor was secure, Sage selected a training sword, opting for one heavier than squires normally worked with. She would tire quicker, but she’d learned the extra weight behind her swings somewhat compensated for her weaker arm strength. It also made her stronger. She pinned the sword between her knees as she tucked her sandy braid inside her helmet and lashed it down. Then she stood straight and hefted the weapon in her hand, trembling with sudden nervousness.
Today she would find out just how good she was.
2
SAGE TOOK A place in the inner circle of fighters, facing outward. A ring formed around them, matching up one-to-one. She saluted her first partner and took a guard stance, idly wondering if she knew the man. With the bulky and often misshapen padding, there were only three or four men she could positively identify once helmets were on—and one of them because he was missing an arm. It worked both ways, however. Due to her size, most assumed she was a squire, which suited Sage just fine. The regular guards had gotten used to her presence over the last few months, but with all the new soldiers lately, things tended to get awkward if they realized she was a woman.
When the bell rang out, Sage and her opponent quickly fell into a rhythm of attacking and defending. As it was the first round, they both were more interested in warming up than scoring points. They lunged and blocked with increasing intensity until the bell signaled the end of the round after seven minutes. Both lowered their swords and saluted each other again. Her partner took several steps to his right so another fighter could move in front of her. She saluted the new man and set her feet for the next round.
After four rotations, Sage was sweating heavily under her armor but feeling confident in her performance. A few fencers slid in or out of the formation, one pair inserting themselves two positions to her right. She didn’t recognize either of them, but it felt like the one in the outer ring was watching her. Had he seen signs she was a girl? Hopefully not. As the man rotated closer, she watched him, too.
The scruff of a black beard showed under the padded helmet, so he was likely in his twenties at least. He was taller than her, but most men were, well-built without being bulky—though the padding made him look slightly hunchbacked—and his sword … It was a standard practice weapon, not a personal one, yet he handled it like an extension of his arm, with swift and smooth efficiency. Not a movement was wasted. A clip across her shoulder reminded her to pay more attention to her current opponent. Sage shook sweat from her eyes and refocused on her own match.
At the next bell, the man stepped before her. His helm exaggerated the movement of his head as he looked her up and down. Assessing her, no doubt. Though she couldn’t see anything—not even his bearded neck from this angle—when he saluted she got the feeling he was smiling. He plainly did not see her as a challenge. Well, she would show him she was no novice.
But in less than a minute, his superiority was obvious. Master Reed described her as advanced for her time and with promising grace of form, but her new opponent anticipated her every move and countered effortlessly. When he went on the offense, she could tell he moved slowly for her benefit. Part of her felt angry at being patronized; another part was grateful he hadn’t merely disarmed her in the first three seconds. After a time, she realized he was testing her, letting her show what she could do, and she began to appreciate him—until she leaned too far to the right in a parry. His sword whipped around and smacked her rear end.
Through the slit in the helm she caught the glint of his teeth as he grinned. Rage flashed through her—he knew she was a girl! Why else would he have done that except to mock her? Nearly blind with fury, she recovered her balance and attacked, which he easily blocked. Sage shoved away and stepped back, and he shook his head in warning. She struck out wildly, but he knocked her sword to the ground and laid the flat of his blade across her backside again.
Tears of humiliation blurred her vision. While she stood clenching her fists and trying to decide what to do, he retrieved her sword and offered it back to her. There was no sign of a smile behind the mask this time, and she understood. He’d warned her not to attack in anger and taught her a lesson when she didn’t heed him. Humbled, she accepted her weapon and assumed the guard position. He nodded approvingly, and they began again.
The bell clanged, ending the round, but the man gestured for the next fighter to go around. The other swordsman shrugged and moved past them. Her mysterious partner had taken an interest in her. Given his skill, it was somewhat puzzling—he gained nothing by staying. Then the bell rang again, and she dismissed her confusion to concentrate on the fight before her. After a few exchanges of blows, her partner stepped back and motioned for her to lower her blade. Cautiously, she did, and he shifted his sword to his left hand and approached to stand behind her. Without a word, he placed his hand on her wrist and corrected what she’d been doing, guiding her arm in a more efficient arc and slice. The man’s directions were better for her height and arm strength than what she’d learned.
Thank you,
she said, the words echoing in her helm. The man nodded and took up his position again. When he switched his sword back to his right hand, he flexed his left several times, like it was numb. Her eyes widened.
No, it couldn’t be.
But the more she watched him, the more sure she became. When the round ended, once again her partner waved for the next fighter to skip them. The man at the bell called out that this would be the last round.
Their sparring changed. Her opponent became aggressive, forcing her back almost constantly. He plainly intended to make her yield by the end, though she knew he could do it at any point.
Winning this fight would require something other than skill.
She waited until the right moment, then faltered. As she knew he would, the man took advantage of the opening, but she was ready to move into it. Making it look like he stabbed her, she collapsed with a cry. Her partner dropped his sword and dove to catch her.
He rolled her onto her back and knelt over her, pushing her helmet off and feeling along her ribs. Where?
he gasped. Where are you hurt?
Sage grinned up at him. I’m fine, Captain, but you’re dead.
She jabbed him in the stomach with the dull point of her practice sword, and he glanced down.
Scrambling to take off his helm, he looked back at her with a mixture of pride and vexation in his brown eyes. You’re a cheater, you know that?
As I recall, you taught me to use every advantage I could.
Alex laughed. So I did. I yield to my lady.
All the padding made it difficult for him to kiss her, but he managed.
3
CAPTAIN MALKIM HUZAR sat in the corner of the bustling tavern, nursing a pint of ale. It was a weak brew, but he endured it as he endured everything in this country. The rough weave of his cloak hung around him so only his forearms were exposed. From beneath the hood, his eyes tracked the movements of over two dozen other customers, three barmaids, and the establishment’s owner—a fat, greasy man who acted like he owned the barmaids as well, the one exception being a pretty girl with lips and nails painted to match the fiery tints in her hair. The barman gave her a wide berth. Two silvery scars under his left ear were likely the reason.
The redhead brought Huzar an ale to replace the one he’d finished. Before taking his empty mug, she traced a fingernail over the swirling tattoo on his bronze arm. Don’t get many Aristelans here,
she said in a husky voice.
She mistook him for an eastern Demoran, but that was fine with him. Kimisar weren’t welcome in Demora, even before the current conflict. Huzar allowed himself a vague smile. The door to the tavern opened, bringing a gust of frigid March air Huzar could feel even in this corner. Finally.
Another ale,
he told her. For my friend.
She glanced over her shoulder at the man weaving through the crowd, and turned back to the bar with a sigh. Huzar exhaled in relief. Pretty as she was, the less attention he drew from anyone, the better.
The newcomer swept back his own cloak, made of a fine but sturdy cloth with the Demoran royal crest on the collar, and joined Huzar at the table, bringing with him the strong scent of horse sweat and dung. He sat at an angle so neither man’s view of the room was obstructed. Unlike Huzar, he’d spent most of the winter indoors, and his southern complexion had lost some of its copper undertones. The arms he leaned on the table were also scrawny compared to the muscles Huzar displayed.
You are late,
Huzar said in Demoran. He hadn’t spoken his native tongue in over nine months; only a trace of his accent remained. He could even say Jovan as the Demorans pronounced it, Shovan.
My work has increased with all these arrivals,
the stablehand said. Fortunately also my pay. Riders tip well for extra care of their mounts.
He pushed a small bag of coins across the table.
Huzar pocketed the money with a grunt. As much as he moved around, he didn’t have time to find steady employment, meaning every man he checked in with had to give him a small portion of his wages. What news, then? I have seen many soldiers arriving.
The other man nodded. I hear rumors.
Huzar held up a finger as the barmaid returned with a full mug. The stablehand grinned up as she set it before him, but Huzar didn’t dare look at her. Once she left, Huzar lowered his hand and waited for the man to elaborate.
They say the king will restablish the Norsari.
Having delivered this incredible statement, the man took a smug drink, letting it sluice over the sides and down his chin. Huzar blinked as he tried to process the news. Demora’s elite fighting unit had been disbanded over twenty years ago, as a disarmament condition of the truce after Kimisara’s last major campaign to reclaim the region of Tasmet. A weak and foolish move on the part of the Demoran king, but he’d been young and eager to be seen as a peacemaker at the time. The events of last year undoubtedly nullified the terms of the treaty, however.
Huzar tapped the side of his mug but otherwise held himself still. I would not consider the fuss in Tasmet worth such action. Maybe only another year with the forces they have will be sufficient.
He was also surprised the Kimisar were still raiding Tasmet after all these months, but after three years of famine and blight, there was likely little to return home to.
It would seem the Demoran king expects more trouble.
Huzar had no knowledge of what his own nation planned, but given the state of Kimisara when he left last year, he doubted it had recovered enough to attempt an invasion. Only the alliance with the D’Amiran family had made last spring possible. The agreement had been distasteful from the start, but he’d followed orders. When it became obvious the Demoran duke had no intention of keeping to the terms, however, Huzar had ordered his men to abandon Tegann and return home. Unfortunately, a company of Kimisar had been stranded in Demora, on the east side of the Catrix Mountains, and Huzar had made it his mission to find them.
Once he did, he realized there were too few men to fight their way back, but too many to keep together for long. He’d ordered them to disperse into the Demoran countryside, find work, and lie low until the time was right to either escape or make a stand. To further throw the Demorans off, Huzar had taken a team to the border to make it look as though the group had crossed into Casmun. Perhaps none of it had worked as well as he’d thought.
Trouble? From where?
Casmun. There have been signs of an alliance between our people and theirs.
Huzar snorted. The Kimisar and Casmuni had common roots, but they hated each other even more than Kimisara and Demora. More likely the Demoran king was misinterpreting the trail Huzar had left going south, believing it was Casmuni testing the border as the Kimisar were known to do in the west.
He stroked the stubble on his chin, wondering if this was a positive or negative development. That the Demorans were confused could be an advantage, but once there were Norsari, it was only a matter of time before he and his men were hunted down and wiped out.
A Norsari unit would take weeks to train, though. Huzar probably had enough time to gather the 150 or so Kimisar scattered east and south of the capital and make a plan to get home. Information would be his primary asset until then.
The captain turned his eyes back to the stablehand. If there are to be Norsari, who will be the commander?
I have heard one name more than any other.
The man’s grin displayed two missing teeth. And it is one you will recognize.
A few minutes later, the stablehand left to return to his job at the palace. Huzar ordered a third pint and barely noticed when it was placed in front of him. He did indeed know the name. Few in the city did not. But Huzar had special reason to know it.
Captain Alexander Quinn.
He’d long ago discovered the name of the lead soldier who escorted the women to the capital city for last summer’s Concordium. In scraping together information in the past months, Huzar was able to paint a clear picture of what had happened at Tegann. D’Amiran had been outfoxed, and Quinn had taken over the entire fortress with only a handful of soldiers. It appeared the Demoran captain would’ve succeeded even if Huzar and his men had stayed, the plan and its execution had been that solid. Quinn had also personally killed the duke.
An enemy one could respect was far preferable to an ally without honor, and Huzar bore him no ill will. He only wished to go home. It now appeared he would have to go through Captain Quinn to get there.
4
FROM HER SEAT within the giant willow tree, Sage watched Alex pace the garden path, pausing often to look in the direction he expected her to come from. She’d arrived several minutes before him and loosely braided her bath-wet hair as she waited. Maybe it was cruel, but she wanted to watch him for a few minutes, remembering the way he moved, savoring his eagerness. It was only fair, really, since he must have been spying on her in the tilting yards for quite a while.
He flexed his left hand as he walked, probably out of habit more than necessity now. It had taken weeks to recover full movement from the wound Alex had taken in the forearm at Tegann. He’d even admitted in his letters that he feared there was some minor permanent nerve damage. Alex wouldn’t want to make her worry, though, and Sage was concerned it was worse than he said. She’d have to ask his best friend, Lieutenant Casseck, for his opinion.
Sage nervously traced the silver-threaded designs on her dress. The blue brocade gown had cap sleeves and a neckline lower than she usually preferred, making her feel exposed. It was much too formal for a walk in the gardens, but everyone said it suited her coloring and played up her better features. Sage had actually come to like skirts in the past year. Well, perhaps like was too strong a word. She’d come to a greater appreciation of pretty clothes, even if she felt like a duck wearing swan feathers.
As the edge of the sun dipped below the high walls, Alex went to sit on the bench, bouncing his knees impatiently. Sage decided she’d had enough and called his name.
He jumped up and turned to squint into the thick, drooping branches behind him. Sage?
I’m in here.
Vaulting over the bench, he parted the curtain of leaves with his hands and leaned in. When he saw her, he scowled. How long have you been here?
Sage hopped down from the low-hanging limb. Long enough.
Oh, you are going to pay for that.
He swooped inside the shelter of the tree and lifted her off her feet. She shrieked and flailed as he lowered her gently to the ground, then pinned her arms down so he could kiss her neck. Say you’re sorry,
he whispered, his breath in her ear hitting her like a lightning bolt she felt to her toes.
I can’t.
She giggled. That would be a lie.
How long did I wait there like a fool? An hour?
Try three minutes. Five at most.
The longest five minutes of my life.
You deserved it after that stunt you pulled in the yards. How long were you watching me there?
Two times in as many hours you defeat me with treachery.
Alex released her wrists to bury one hand in her hair and slip the other around her waist. I’m marrying a criminal mastermind.
I’m hardly—
But he cut her off with his mouth on hers. Sage wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His hair was still wet, too, and smelled of evergreen soap, like the mountain forest in winter.
He lifted his face to whisper, I’ve missed you so much,
before kissing her again and again, each time seemingly different, with a separate memory of longing attached. She never wanted it to end, but at last he leaned back to look at her, tracing his thumb over her lips. Sweet Spirit,
Alex said softly. I’d forgotten how much I’d do for that smile.
Sage pulled one hand back from his shoulder. You look well, though this will take some getting used to.
She ran her fingers over the scruff on his chin.
For a second he looked puzzled, then he laughed. Would you believe I’d forgotten it was there? It was just easier to manage these last months. Warmer in the winter, too.
He studied her face. Do you like it?
She pursed her lips. I’m not sure yet. It looks quite dashing, but I’ve only seen and imagined you clean-shaven, so it’s a little startling. And a bit rough on my face.
I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.
I can get used to it. Give me a couple days.
Alex shook his head. Nothing will come between me and my lady—nothing that would cause her to deny my kisses, especially. Besides, I can always grow it back later.
If you want.
Sage shrugged, honestly not caring. Who else came with you?
Cass and Gram for officers,
Alex said, rubbing his face where she’d touched him. Lieutenants Casseck and Gramwell were two of his closest friends and had been with the escort group last year at Tegann. Plus a hundred handpicked fighters.
That was interesting, especially considering how many similar soldiers had been arriving in the past weeks. She took a deep breath. Now came the question she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear answered. How long are you here?
Not sure yet. Several days at least.
Not great, but not terrible. Will you have many daily duties?
Alex rolled lazily onto his side next to her and stroked her bare arm with one finger, raising goose bumps among the freckles and faint scars. Cass can handle most of them for me.
Shame on you, Captain. That’s an abuse of power.
Rank has its privileges. Besides, he’ll make captain soon, so he needs the practice.
Where will you go from here?
Alex gently tugged her sleeve down and kissed her exposed shoulder. Not sure about that, either. I have a theory, but I won’t know for a couple more days. We got here a little earlier than expected. Can’t imagine what drove me to travel so fast.
Did you come through Tegann?
Even in the dim light she could see his face pale. Yes, why?
I was just curious how much it had been rebuilt, after all the fires and such.
I honestly don’t know. We didn’t stop.
The venom in his voice made her recoil a little. If it were up to me, I’d have burned the whole place down.
How could she have been so thoughtless? Sage turned his face up to hers to find his eyes bright with tears. Alex, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.
He squeezed his eyes shut. It’s all right. I’m sorry I snapped at you.
She searched for something better to talk about. So what’s your theory about your assignment?
Alex sighed. Sage, I’ve spent nine months waiting for this night. Can we please talk about something besides the army?
His eyes were still closed as she brought her mouth to his. I don’t think we need to talk at all,
she said.
5
MORROW D’AMIRAN HELD Charlie tight against him with one hand, a dagger in the other. Alex’s brother, barely nine years old, struggled vainly as his dark brown eyes begged forgiveness for being caught.
No, Alex wanted to tell him. You did everything right. This is happening because of my mistakes.
Choose, Captain.
D’Amiran smiled as he brought the blade to Charlie’s