The Runaway King (Ascendance 2) - Page 123

“Hide it,” I whispered. “It’s very important.”

She angled away from me and when she turned back, the pocket watch was no longer in her hand. “Why —” she began, but I shushed her as the vigil left the gate and limped toward us. As he got nearer, I realized it was the same curly-haired boy who Devlin had beat with the switch yesterday. Mrs. Turbeldy had used a switch on me once at the orphanage, and I recognized the pained way he walked.

I held out my hand for Imogen’s knife, but before she gave it to me, the boy stopped very near us. “Whoever’s hiding there, come out,” he said.

I put a hand on Imogen’s shoulder, holding her down as I stood. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen us both. He held a sword in one hand, and the tip was aimed low. This boy wasn’t a swordsman.

He stepped even closer to me. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t ask about that.”

“There’s someone else with you.”

“I’d especially prefer if you didn’t ask me that.”

“Stand up,” the boy ordered.

Slowly, Imogen stood. I noticed she’d pulled her braid loose, obviously suggesting that we had snuck out here for romantic reasons.

The boy shook his head. “Nobody touches the girls. It’s part of the code.”

“Let it pass this once, will you?” He didn’t look convinced so I added, “We all make mistakes with the code. Maybe it’s girls. Maybe it’s failing to tie a prisoner’s knots correctly.”

His face fell. He obviously didn’t like being reminded that my intervention had saved him from a worse beating.

“I didn’t see you here,” he finally said. “But I’m not the only vigil so you’d better leave soon.”

“That’s definitely the plan,” I said.

Once he was gone, Imogen and I ran into the stables. Mystic was housed in a center stall, and with Imogen’s help, two minutes later he was saddled and ready to ride.

“Someone else is here,” she said, backing into the shadows.

I glanced up and saw Fink hop into the stables from the top of the fence. “It’s all right,” I said, motioning Imogen forward. “He’s leaving too.”

“It was harder than I thought to get here,” Fink said. “Sorry I’m late.” He stopped briefly when he saw Imogen. “What’s she doing here? I thought she hates you.”

If she didn’t now, she soon would. I helped Imogen onto Mystic’s back, and then gestured for Fink to move closer.

“We can’t take your horse,” Fink said.

“I’ll bet Mystic that you can,” I said. “He’s your horse now.”

“Then we’ll need a second horse for you,” Imogen said, looking around.

“No.” I shook my head firmly. “We don’t.”

“Mystic won’t carry the three of us.” Then Imogen’s hopeful expression deflated. “Oh no. No! That’s why you gave me the watch.”

“It’s for a noble in Libeth named Rulon Harlowe. Make sure he gets it.”

“We agreed not to stay here,” she said. “Please don’t play these games.”

My expression hardened, making it clear that this was no game. Then I handed her a letter, explaining the details of Gregor’s deception. “You must place this in Mott’s hand and no one else’s. Destroy it if there is the risk of anyone else touching it. I won’t be far behind.”

“No, you must come with us,” Imogen said, clutching the note.

I opened my hand, revealing the knife she had brought from the kitchens. She double-checked the pocket of her skirt where she had left it, despite the fact it was obviously not there. “Will you promise to leave now, or shall I give this to Fink, who will make sure you leave?”

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