“Not every day,” Brion said.
The girl checked over her shoulder. “We should move. There are plenty of guards in this city, and they will soon wonder what happened to their friends, especially when they hear of the fate of the King of Blood’s mural.” She looked at Jonas. “Nice work there. Messy, but effective.”
“I’m glad you approve. Now, who are you?”
She shoved her bow into the holder strapped to her back and pulled her cloak to cover it and her boy’s attire. “My name is Lysandra Barbas and I, too, am Paelsian. I’ve traveled across Paelsia and Auranos looking for rebels. Looks like I’ve finally found a couple.”
“Do you need our help?” Jonas asked.
She looked at him as if he might be stupid. “Clearly, you need my help. I’m joining your group. Now come on, we can’t stay here.”
Lysandra turned and began walking swiftly away from the alley, leaving the bodies of the three guards behind without another glance.
Before Jonas realized what he was doing, he was following her, Brion jogging alongside him to keep up to their fast pace.
“Lysandra,” Jonas said. “Are you sure you know what you’re saying? The life of a rebel is dangerous and uncertain. You’re very good with a bow and arrow”—amazing, actually—“but where we make camp in the Wildlands, it’s not safe or secure. They’re a dangerous place, even for us.”
She turned on him, her eyes flashing. “Is this about me being a girl? Don’t you have any female rebels?”
“A few,” Jonas admitted.
“I’ll fit in just fine, then.”
“Don’t get me wrong, we’re thankful for your interference back there—”
“Interference?” She cut him off before he’d managed to get an entire sentence out. “I saved your lives.”
She wasn’t exaggerating.Those guards would have executed both him and Brion on the spot if she hadn’t interferred. He had come to Hawk’s Brow seeking new recruits and Lysandra appeared to be full of potential. Still, there was something about her that made him hesitate.
That fire in both her eyes and in her words—it wasn’t something shared by every Paelsian. Jonas’s own sister Felicia was a fighter, a warrior when necessary, but Lysandra’s passion and willingness to fight was as rare as diamonds.
Still, his gut told him—rather loudly, in fact—that Lysandra Barbas would be trouble.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Seventeen.”
Same as both Jonas and Brion. “And where is your family? Do they know you’re off seeking a life of danger?”
“My family is dead.”
The words were delivered flatly and without emotion, but they still made Jonas wince.
“King Gaius’s men came to my village to recruit everyone to work on a road he’s started to build,” she explained. “When we said no, they came back and burned my village to the ground. They butchered almost everyone who tried to run away. Those who lived were enslaved and carted off to one of the road camps. For all I know, I was the only one who managed to escape.
King Gaius’s road—the one he’d announced during his speech a week ago. “When was this?”
“Two weeks ago. I’ve barely slept since. I’ve tried to keep moving, keep searching. Most in Paelsia are so accepting of fate—of destiny. It sickens me. Those here in Auranos are delusional, thinking King Gaius isn’t as bad as his reputation. They’re wrong—all of them. Now that I’ve found you, I can join your numbers and help to free our countrymen.”
Jonas swallowed hard, his chest tight. His feet pounded against the ground as they continued to put distance between them and the dead guards. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m here and I’m ready to fight against the King of Blood. I want to see him suffer. I want to see him lose his precious crown and have his world burn to the ground as he dies screaming. That’s what I want.”
“That’s what we all want. My rebels are ready to make a difference and we’re—”
“Your rebels,” Lysandra said sharply. “Are you saying you’re the leader?”
“Of our group, yes.”