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climbing, before pausing and calling down. “Pay attention, and put your hands and feet where I do mine.”
    Cole looked up. The Reaper was already ten feet up. “What happens if I don’t?”
    â€œJust do as you’re told, and you won’t find out.”
    â€œFigures there’d be a hitch,” Cole muttered and started climbing. Halfway up, he couldn’t find the spot. He reached for what looked like an obvious ledge.
    Isaiah snapped, “No! I told you. Where I put
mine
.”
    Cole eyed the ledge. Was the ledge a trap? More interesting.
    â€œAnd where would that be?”
    â€œSix inches down and to the right.”
    He found the fingerhold. “Thanks.”
    He’d have to pay more attention.
    Jones grunted. “Addy’d cry for a week if I only brought her a body to bury.”
    Cole thought of about ten retorts, but he didn’t have the breath to spare to spit them out. The pace the Reaper set was brutal, and Cole wasn’t used to this kind of work. He settled for swearing under his breath. When he got to the top of the ridge, his legs and arms were burning, and his breath was soughing in and out of his lungs. To his disgust, Jones hadn’t even broken a sweat.
    â€œHell of a path home you’ve got there.”
    â€œKeeps out the riffraff,” Isaiah said, motioning to a boulder for Cole to sit. “Usually.”
    Pride was the only thing that kept Cole standing. Isaiah did nothing but cock an eyebrow at him before taking a seat himself.
    From up on the top of the cliff the whole valley could be seen. Cole wasn’t surprised to see a sentry positioned strategically to the left. It’s what he would have ordered. Isaiah gave the sentry a nod. The sentry gave Cole a dirty look. Cole shot him one right back. He brushed his hands off on his pants and settled his hat back on his head. With a wave of his hand he motioned toward the stretch of rough land before them.
    â€œWhat are you waiting for?” he asked Isaiah.
    With that inquiry, the man’s lip twisted with a smile. “For you to catch your breath.”
    Cole hated to be considered weak. “It’s caught.”
    If he discounted his shaking legs.
    Isaiah smiled. “We’ll wait a bit longer.”
    Cole put his hands on his knees. “The hell we will.”
    With a cock of his eyebrow Isaiah asked, “You know where to go?”
    It took everything Cole had not to cast his energy out and find Addy, but there were some things he didn’t want this Reaper to know, and Cole had a feeling this man would know if he searched for Addy that way.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThen we’ll go on my time.”
    Cole had no choice but to let the Reaper be in charge. He sat on a convenient boulder. Dirk handed him a canteen. He was the type that would blend into the crowd except for that feral air about him, which was enhanced by those distinctive green eyes. He might look like any other to most, but Cole had a feeling Dirk had tricks up his sleeve. Cole took the canteen cautiously, sniffing the water.
    â€œThe water’s not drugged,” Isaiah said. “Dirk can be trusted.”
    Not from where Cole sat. As if Dirk could read Cole’s mind, the blond man smiled before walking away.
    â€œI seem to be a source of amusement for your men,” Cole commented, watching Dirk and finding his utter lack of energy . . . interesting.
    Cole had never met a people so capable of controlling and flexing energy in his life as the Reapers.
    â€œIt’s your attitude,” Isaiah said. “It’s a lot of bravado for one man to toss about.”
    Cole rolled his stiff shoulders. “It’s not bravado if you can back it up.”
    Isaiah shook his head. His tone was almost pitying. “Yeah.”
    Cole finished drinking and capped the canteen, but he didn’t contest the doubt. If the Reapers wanted to underestimate him, he could adjust. He