Shadowdance 01 - A Dance of Cloaks Read Online Free PDF

cell waiting for her if they were caught, just a thick stone and an ax.
    They hobbled down the road, Kayla desperate to add distance between them and the guards. She asked questions in a rapid-fire manner as they ran, hoping against hope for a plan to emerge in her mind.
    “You said Haern’s your first name. What’s your last?”
    Haern refused to answer at first, but then she cuffed him on the side of his head.
    “I’m trying to save your life, and mine, so talk.”
    “I … I’m the son of a guildmaster.”
    Kayla rolled her eyes. Well, that matched one of her earlier theories.
    “A thief guildmaster, I take it?” she said, and he confirmed it with a nod. “That’s what I thought. I’m sure you have a hideout, so where is it?”
    “The western district,” Haern said, elaborating no further.
    “That’s too far,” Kayla said. Not that it mattered. She couldn’t take Haern there until they lost their pursuers. Leading half the city’s soldiers to a thief guild’s secret hideout was another good way to end up dead, regardless of her somewhat noble intentions.
    “Any other safe houses?” she asked.
    “None I know of.”
    “Friends that can hide us?”
    “Friends are dangerous.”
    Kayla rolled her eyes.
    “Are you useful in any way?”
    Haern shocked her by blushing.
    “Not yet. But I will be. One day I’ll kill as well as you, milady.”
    She laughed, even as a pair of soldiers turned into the alley ahead of them. She wished she hadn’t killed earlier; then she might have been able to turn Haern over and save her own life. Daggers twirling, she accepted her only recourse. Haern let go of her to free her movements.
    “Keep your eyes open for a place to hide,” she said.
    Two more guards stepped out behind them, shouting for them to surrender. Haern grabbed a dagger from Kayla’s belt and kissed the blade.
    “Your name?” he asked.
    “Kayla,” she replied.
    “If we separate, I’ll find you. As long as I draw breath, I’ll ensure my father rewards you well.”
    Back to back they faced the approaching guards. At first it seemed they would wait for more to arrive, but when Kayla flung several daggers through the air, one sinking into the flesh above a man’s knee, the soldiers decided subduing the unarmored woman and the hapless boy would be easier than dodging an angry barrage of steel. Kayla felt worried knowing Haern faced two, but she remembered how well he had fought back at the temple. Maybe he could survive long enough for her to finish her own and switch over to help him…
    The first soldier slashed his sword at her chest. She parried it with the dagger in her left hand, stepped in closer, and then cut across his face with her right. Blood splashed her arm, and he howled as the tip hooked the underside of his eye. His companion lunged, forcing Kayla back and preventing a killing blow. The wounded man clutched his face with his free hand, glaring with his good eye. The other man struck again, a weak thrust that revealed just how green he was. She batted his sword aside, slashed his wrist, and then hurled her dagger. Kayla could kill a man from a rooftop. Standing mere feet away, the man had no chance. The dagger struck just above his gorget, and he gargled out a few unintelligible words as he collapsed.
    Kayla heard shouts behind her, followed by a cry of pain. Knowing her time was short, she pressed an attack on the wounded soldier. He parried a couple of her stabs, his movements awkward from clutching his face with his other hand. Kayla curled about him, always drifting to his wounded side, until one of his blocks came in too early. Her daggers sank into the flesh of his throat and stomach. Gasping, he fell and died.
    Feeling certain the boy was dead, she spun around and brought her daggers up to defend herself. Instead she saw Haern dancing between the two soldiers, his dagger a blur of steel. Both soldiers were bleeding, and one in particular was soaked with blood from a gash