The Healing Wars: Book III: Darkfall Read Online Free PDF

herself. So unless you want to see what happens when she feels threatened, I suggest you all calm down .”
    Not exactly what I would have said to accomplish that, but they did take another step back. I moved toward the injured guard. He’d been hurt bad, and too much blood pooled beneath him. Dark blood, which meant a pierced organ.
    One of the aristocrats jerked and pointed. “What’s she doing?”
    “Helping him, you idiot,” Aylin said, “What do you think she’s doing?”
    “If I don’t stop that bleeding, he’s going to die.” I reached the fallen guard. No one else tried to stop me, but quite a few fidgeted as if ready to jump on me if I tried anything they didn’t like.
    He’d been stabbed low on the side, over his liver. I placed one hand on his wound, the other on his forehead, felt my way in. Winced. Lots of damage, like the knife had sliced sideways and not just stabbed. I focused on closing the tears, sealing the holes. I drew , and pain flowed from him to me, sharp aches that spread through my middle. He groaned and opened his eyes.
    “You’re going to be okay,” I said softly. So would I once we got back to the farmhouse and found a Healer who could take the pain from me.
    He stood, swaying a bit, and I steadied him. Murmurs slid through the crowd, though they shouldn’t have. Wasn’t like aristocrats had never seen someone healed before. They were the only ones who could afford it these days.
    “What did she do to him?”
    “Saved his life.”
    “She’s a criminal,” the same man said.
    Ellis smiled. “No more than you.”
    “But she’s—”
    “Oh for Saints’ sake,” the woman with the boy said. “She’s a child . Do you really believe everything the Duke says?”
    “I believe what I just saw.”
    “So do I. She saved a life while you hurt my son and other people’s sons and daughters. Over what? Petty theft?” She shook her head and pulled her son closer. “You’re more criminal than she is.”
    A few muttered in what sounded like agreement.
    Ellis reached behind her with one hand and pulled strips of rope out of a back pouch. She tossed them to Aylin. “You and Quenji, bind the thieves’ hands before Nya wakes them up. We’ll take them back and let Jeatar deal with them.”
    “They robbed us,” a woman said hesitantly. “It should be up to us what to do with them.”
    Ellis shook her head. “This isn’t Baseer and it isn’t your property. You want to stay and keep getting fed, you follow our rules and do what we say.”
    No one else said anything else, but many watched us with narrowed eyes.
    “Wake them up.”
    I did, drawing more pain into the throbbing around my middle. The thieves woke, gaped at us, but didn’t try to escape. Quenji hauled them to their feet, and we slowly made our way out of the camp. Ellis and Danello brought up the rear, looking more worried about the Baseeri than the thieves.
    The aristocrats followed us to their “gate” but came no farther. The man who’d used the weapon glared at us as we walked away.
    Ellis shot me a look that said it was my fault, even if she clearly felt bad about it.
    I wasn’t worried about a few trinkets getting stolen or that one camp was preying on another. That would sort itself out. But these were Baseeri whose allegiances we didn’t know, and they knew I was here. Some even thought I was a criminal, an assassin, but everyone here was supposed to be against the Duke. They were all supposed to be on Jeatar’s side.
    So where did that put me?
    I followed the others to the farmhouse, fresh dread churning my stomach.
    Ellis and Copli took the thieves to the barracks. The rest of us went to the room Jeatar had set aside for an infirmary. We’d had more Healers when we’d fled Baseer, but most of them had left, returning to their families or just running farther away to where the Duke couldn’t get them again. Only two remained—Lanelle and Tussen. I’d saved both from the Duke and his