Free The Fanged Crown: The Wilds by Jenna Helland Page A

Liel.”
    “I think you did.”
    They sat quietly for a moment, and Harp could feel the elf s eyes inspecting the lines of scars crisscrossing his hands.
    “I’m regretful that I couldn’t get you out of Vankila before—”
    “I’m grateful for what you did,” Harp broke in. He didn’t want to talk about his scars with Avalor. Someone powerful enough to create such an illusion in the barkeep’s garden was sure to see through his nonchalance. Harp still had nightmares that one day the scars would unbind themselves and his body would fall apart into pieces on the ground. He had no interest in discussing his past with such a living legend.
    “I was surprised to receive your summons,” Harp continued.
    “Yes, it is a matter of some delicacy,” the elf began.
    Harp snorted. “Are you sure I’m the one you want? Delicacy isn’t my strength.”
    Avalor studied him. “I believe I can trust you in the matter. Let me begin by saying that we will pay you two thousand gold. Half of it on acceptance of the job, and the rest when you return with the information I need.”
    Harp frowned. “That’s a lot of coin. You already had my attention.”
    “Yes, but I need your secrecy. You’re a man of strong loyalties. The general nature of the task may be shared with your crew. But I’ll ask you to keep the specifics to
    yourself, at least in the early stages of the venture.”
    “You want me to keep information from my crew?” Harp asked.
    “At first. At least until you’re away from our shores. If you don’t feel like you can do that, we can end our conversation right now.”
    “It’s not my way to keep secrets from my men,” Harp said slowly. He knew that the coin from the advance itself would let them pay their debts and keep the ship. And without the ship, there wouldn’t be any crew anyway.
    “I know,” Avalor said sympathetically. “But I need to make certain this information does not find the wrong ears.”
    “All right. But if there comes a time that I have to tell them for their safety, I will.”
    “Agreed.”
    “So what’s the job?”
    “Liel was murdered. I want you to find evidence of the crime and … bring her home.”
    Avalor’s words hit Harp like a fist to his throat. He found himself coughing uncontrollably, as if he had swallowed water wrong. When he finally got control of himself, he looked at Avalor, whose angular face betrayed a hint of anger and sadness.
    “I’m sorry to be so blunt. There’s no way to soften a truth this hard.”
    Harp nodded, still trying to master his shock at the news that Liel was dead.
    “I apologize if I upset you. I don’t know the extent of your relationship—”
    “I haven’t seen her in years,” Harp interrupted.
    “But I know she cared for you deeply and had many regrets after you went to prison. It was at her request that I sought you out in the Vankila Slab. I would have on my own accord, had I known the situation. But, of course, I did not. Until she told me.”
    “Why me?” Harp managed to say. “Why of all people do you want me to look for her?”
    “Isn’t that is obvious?” Avalor said. “You of all people will take the matter to heart.”
    “Who do you think murdered her?”
    Avalor reached for the nearby staff, his hands gripping the wood until his knuckles were white. “Do you even have to ask?”
    “Why would Cardew want his own wife dead?”
    “He’s quite involved in the Branch of Linden. They’re backing him for a powerful position on the Privy Council, but having an elvish wife is an embarrassment.”
    “How could you let her marry him?”
    Avalor laughed. “Let? She knew I didn’t want her to marry him. But she thought their marriage would help the tensions between elves and humans in Tethyr.”
    “She did?” Harp asked. Liel never told him that.
    “I told her it wouldn’t make any difference, that she shouldn’t sacrifice her happiness for such an unlikely possibility. It became such a raw issue between us,