The Heart of Betrayal (The Remnant Chronicles 2)

Rafe’s eyes immediately went to my cheek, and I saw icy rage pass through them.

“It wasn’t Kaden. He didn’t touch me. I’m all right,” I pleaded. “We only have a few minutes.” I didn’t want to waste it on anger and accusations. Rafe and I hadn’t been alone with so much as a private word in days.

He swallowed his anger as if he could read my thoughts. He started to speak, but I stopped him. “Kiss me,” I said. “Before you say anything else, just kiss me and hold me and tell me it was worth it, no matter what happens.”

He brushed the hair from my face. “I promised you I’d get us out of this, and I will. We’re going to have a long life together, Lia.” His arms slid around me, pulling me to him as if nothing could ever come between us again, and then his mouth came down on mine, gentle, hungry, the sweetest taste I had ever imagined, all my dreams held tight and alive again in one short kiss.

We reluctantly stepped apart, because time was so short. Rafe spoke quickly. “Wear your riding clothes in the morning. Say your remembrances from Blackstone Terrace. Do you know where it is?”

I nodded. Blackstone Terrace was one of many that overlooked the square, but it was rarely used because access to it was more complicated.

“Good,” he said. “Say them just after first bell. By then, the Council will be thick in their sessions. Stick to your routine so guards who watch from the square aren’t alerted. When you leave, take the outside staircase down to the second level and go through the portal there. It’s a deserted path that only a few servants use. I’ll be waiting there for you with Jeb.”

“But how—”

“Do you swim, Lia?”

“Swim? You mean the river?”

“Don’t worry. We have a raft. You won’t need to swim.”

“But the river—”

He explained to me why it was the only way, that the bridge was impossible to raise without a small army, and the lower river was too far away. “Tavish has it worked out. I trust him.”

“I can swim,” I said, trying to calm my heart. A raft. Tomorrow morning. I didn’t care if it was the craziest plan in the world. We’d be leaving before I had to marry the Komizar. He asked if there was anything I needed to take. He’d give it to Jeb now to secure on the raft, because there wouldn’t be time tomorrow. I grabbed my saddlebag and stuffed a few things in it, including the Ancients’ books. I grabbed his arm. “But, Rafe, if things don’t go as planned, if you have to leave without me, promise me you will.”

I could tell he was about to protest but then he paused, chewing his lip. “I will,” he said, “if you promise to do the same.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

He frowned. “And I used to be so good at it. You’re my downfall. But you still have to promise me.”

I’d never leave without him. Without me as leverage, he’d be going home to Dalbreck in pieces. He could probably already see the lie on my tongue. “I will,” I answered.

He sighed, and his lips grazed mine again, whispering against them. “I suppose we’ll both have to get out, then.”

“I suppose we will,” I whispered back.

My body molded to his, and the seconds ticked by. All I wanted was more time with him. His lips traveled to my neck. “It was worth it, Lia,” he said. “Every mile, every day. I’d do it all again. I’d chase you across three continents if that’s what it took to be with you.”

I heard a small sigh, and he pulled away. “There may be one snag in our plan, though,” he said. “Griz.”

“Griz? He seems like the least of our worries. He already covered for us once.”

A crease deepened between his brows as if Griz made his head ache. “He knows who I am, and it seems he’s well acquainted with one of my men too. When Griz spotted him, he figured something was in the works, and he made it clear he doesn’t want you to leave. He’s one of the clanspeople and expects you to stay here. My soldier explained he was only here to get me out, and Griz seemed to buy it, but he’s keeping a close watch on us.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Let me understand this correctly. He doesn’t care that Dalbreck soldiers are on this side of the river or about conspiracies and escape plans, just so long as he gets to keep me?”

“That’s right. We plan on taking him out silently in his quarters if we have to, but as you may have noticed, he’s a big brute—it might not be easy.”

My blood simmered. Keep me. Like a boy with a frog in his pocket. “No,” I said. “I’ll take care of Griz—”

“Lia, he’s too—”

“I’m trusting you, Rafe. You need to trust me on this. I will handle Griz.”

He opened his mouth to argue.