Stavros turns again to Hessild and her escort. “We’ll come.”

“Wonderful.” She guides her horse round and units off towards the street with out anticipating us to fairly be a part of her. That consideration appears promising too.

We experience at a brisk stroll that doesn’t jostle my therapeutic minimize like a trot would, the 5 of us maintaining just a few horse-lengths again from Hessild out of extra warning. However with every minute that passes in peaceable journey alongside the street, my nerves settle extra.

“How far is it to Regica from right here?” I ask Stavros quietly.

“About an hour at this level and at this tempo.” He eyes me pensively. “Is your wound hurting you?”

“Solely a little bit. I’ll be wonderful.”

“We’ll get a medic to heal it correctly as soon as we?—”

His voice cuts off as Hessild shudders in her saddle forward of us. She lets out a strangled sound and slumps over, sliding proper off her horse.

The troopers on both facet of her jerk round, solely to get caught up in spasms of their very own.

As they collapse from their mounts, Stavros reins in his stallion and leaps down. “What the fuck?”

The opposite males scramble after him. As they race to Hessild’s crumpled type, I shift my weight to observe go well with, however a sudden swell of magic rushes over me.

My very own physique seizes up, however to not go limp. My backbone stiffens, and my palms tighten across the reins.

My heels faucet Toast’s sides of their very own accord.

The horse offers a puzzled snort however strikes the best way I’m directing him, off the street. I wrench at my limbs with all of the energy I’ve in me, however it’s as if I’ve change into a puppet on a set of strings.

Not like when Julita took over. Then I might inform I’d been pushed to the background, the world round me gone vaguer.

Now, I’m searching of my eyes, listening to with my ears with full readability, and but locked inside a physique that’s taken on a thoughts of its personal.

Panic jolts via my nerves. I attain instinctively towards my very own magic…

However I can’t grasp maintain of it both. My chest stays clamped across the energy, barely a wriggle of it passing via my senses.

Gods assist me, what within the realms?—

Alek glances up and notices my new course. He spins round. “Ivy, what are you?—”

An odd chuckle like nothing I’ve ever emitted earlier than propels from my lungs. “I bought what I wanted, and now we’re achieved. Did you actually suppose I cared about you? You’re ridiculous, all of you.”

A silent wail rises up inside me via the following bark of fun that lurches out of me. Then my physique is wheeling Toast round and jamming my heels in opposition to his sides so he breaks right into a full-out gallop.

No, no, I can’t let this occur.

I put all my will into yanking on the reins, however my arms refuse to budge apart from a slight adjustment to Toast’s course that wasn’t my concept.

We hurtle throughout the countryside, my facet throbbing with every thump of the stallion’s hooves. I believe I really feel blood trickling from beneath the bandage.

I attempt to shut my eyes as if which may do some good, however apparently my puppet grasp controls even my eyelids. They blink however spring open once more.

Toast veers a little bit to the left after which farther. We crash via a stretch of forest, compelled to ease up however nonetheless pushing onward as quick because the horse will go.

The second we’re freed from the underbrush, my legs kick Toast again to a gallop.

I don’t hear any sounds of pursuit behind me. Is there different magic overlaying my tracks?

Will my males even wish to come to my rescue after I made it sound as if I launched the assault on Hessild and her escort? After I insulted them and laughed of their faces?

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