A House Divided (Astoran Asunder, book 1) (36 page)

He also seized the opportunity to leave a coded message for Flim. No one else would be able to interpret it, of that he was confident. Burl might be able to put together a few pieces of it, but it wouldn't make any sense to her. In order to work it out, she would have to have shared the close relationship with Kila that Flim had once shared, back when they were partners. He still wasn't certain if he trusted either Flim or Vivie, but trying to account for all possibilities struck him as their best bet.

"I'm ready," he said, grabbing his pack.

"I give you this signal, Cianne, you get yourself up on the nearest roof, but stay as close to us as you can. Kila, you and I will start having a loud, nasty argument," Vivie said. She folded down her thumb and flashed four fingers at them twice, in rapid succession. "Hopefully that will be enough of a diversion if we run into any trouble. If not, I'll create a distraction and you two will scatter."

Cianne's body was coiled tightly, and she jerked her head in a nod. Flicking a glance at him, they shared a wordless agreement: neither would leave the other behind.

"From this point on, don't talk unless I tell you to. Stay close to me and focus; you'll need to be able to retrace our route if something does happen and I have to split from you," Vivie continued. Kila and Cianne nodded their agreement.

Leading them through the back door, Vivie stole through the garden, making her body as small as possible. When they reached the wall she nodded at Cianne, who vaulted up to the top of it with an ease that made Kila embarrassed of his own physical abilities. Spreading herself flat on her belly, Cianne extended a hand, and Kila boosted Vivie up. Once Vivie was on top of the wall, Kila climbed, the two women grabbing onto his coat, hauling him up to the top.

They ran through his neighbor's garden at a crouch, slipping out through a gate that wasn't intended for public use, judging by the shattered, rusty lock hanging from it. Plunging down a black alleyway, they kept their backs to the wall, deliberately placing each foot as they slid along. They startled a cat, which hissed at them before darting away with an indignant cry so loud it rent the still air. They made statues of themselves, and a drop of sweat trickled along Kila's temple as he tried to ignore the first fingers of gray light that signaled dawn's imminent arrival.

No one came to investigate the sound, and Vivie gestured them forward. Kila was dreading going out into the street, where they would be exposed, but Vivie dropped to a knee and tugged at a sewer grate, which gave with a low, rasping groan of metal against stone. Cianne plunged down first without hesitating, and Kila followed suit. He wondered if she had ever made her way through the city via sewer before, and he couldn't help but hope that she had. He did not like the idea of being trapped down there.

Taking advantage of the brief second before Vivie joined them, Cianne grabbed his arm and yanked him to her. "I know where we are," she said into his ear, setting his mind at ease.

Of course. The city was laid out rather well, particularly in comparison with other cities in the realm. A fairly straightforward grid of streets cut regular swathes through Cearova, which would make the sewers easy enough for Cianne to navigate, given the mental map of the city she had long since established in her head.

Indeed, as they walked, trying to ignore the squelching beneath their feet, as well as the muffled squeaks of rats, Kila noticed that Cianne was paying close attention to their heading, mentally ticking off every turn they made. They were still far from safety, but it did reassure him to know that they could ditch Vivie should it become necessary.

"This is as far as I go," she announced abruptly. "I must get back to the manor before anyone notices my absence. Continue north. Keep walking, and you'll eventually find yourself—"

"Exiting via a drainage pipe, I know," Cianne said.

Vivie examined her with shrewd eyes. "The old map your father thought he burned a few years ago?"

"The same one you memorized, I imagine."

"They never did give you enough credit, your father and the Elders," Vivie said, shaking her head with an awed expression of approval.

"Where do we go from there?" Kila asked.

"Someone will be waiting for you outside. He'll take you to a cart, drive you out to the forest. You'll have to lie under sacks and pretend to be cargo, I'm afraid, but it'll ensure no one spots you on your way out. I don't know where you'll go from that point; he'll have instructions for you. Give him this." She gave Cianne a small token, which Cianne palmed. "Remember what I told you about your mother."

"I will," Cianne said. The two women nodded at one another, then Vivie saluted Kila and hurried off.

"Are we going to follow that plan?" he asked.

"For now," Cianne said. She handed him the token Vivie had given her. He didn't have enough light to make out the details, but he could see a rough outline, and running his thumb over it confirmed his suspicion.

"It's a ship, like the one on your mother's pendant."

"Yes."

He returned the token to her and she slipped it into one of the pockets on her tight breeches.

"Do you think your mother is the uniting force behind all this?"

She shook her head. "Do you?"

"No. I have little to go on at this point, but everything is too organized, too well-run and well-concealed to have sprung up recently. My guess is that a resistance had formed long before your mother disappeared, and they felt she would be an excellent asset."

"That makes sense."

"What you said earlier, about not trusting anyone else, Cianne, I… I don't know how to say this," he said, frustrated with himself for fumbling the words.

"You don't need to say anything," she said softly, laying a hand on his arm. "I meant what I said. I don't trust anyone other than you, and I don't intend for that to change any time in the foreseeable future. Vivie claims that my mother had her reasons for leaving me behind, but I'll draw my own conclusions once I've had a chance to speak with her."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I know I can count on you, and that's all I need to know."

It wasn't exactly the most romantic spot in the realm, but that didn't stop him from running a thumb over her cheekbone. He gave her a warm kiss, sheltering her in his arms, and she lingered there for a moment.

"Into the breach?" she asked at last, pulling away just far enough to tilt her head back and look up into his face.

"As long as I'm going in with you," he said.

Hand-in-hand, they forged a path through the sewer, heading for Cianne's mother.

A Note from Nicole

Thank you very much for reading
A House Divided
. As much as I've enjoyed working on my
Fairytale Collection
, writing this book was such a great, liberating experience for me. I hope you liked the blend of mystery and fantasy and if you did, stay tuned. There's more to come!

Want to receive a free short story each month, along with gaining access to exclusive sneak peeks of my works in progress, members-only giveaways, and notification of my new releases? Join my mailing list at
http://eepurl.com/t3I0r
.

Do an indie author a solid: leave an honest review of my work on
Amazon
or on
Goodreads
. Your reviews are more powerful than you know, and they help others discover my books. I am grateful for every review I receive, even if you weren't a fan of the book.

One of the best things about being an author is hearing from my readers. Your kind words and encouragement make my day. If you'd like to chat, please feel free to email me at
[email protected]
, or connect with me via social media.

All of my books are and always will be DRM-free, so please feel free to share them with family and friends.

Website
|
Goodreads
|
Twitter
|
Facebook

Love fairy tales?

The Eye of the Beholder
- Beauty and the Beast retold

Asleep
- A new interpretation of Sleeping Beauty

From the Ashes
- A new interpretation of Cinderella

Love contemporary love stories?