swallowed the hot-tempered retorts crowding her tongue. She had a hundred of them, a thousand, beginning with the size of brains compared to the size ofâbut she didnât dare use them. Even with the protection Jax had built for her.
She was tired of it. Tired of swallowing her temper and choosing every word. Tired of this place. Tired of this
life.
And Jax waited inside the tent with something new. Fresh magic. Powerful. Different. Suddenly she wondered why sheâd ever hesitated.
âGood night, Teo.â She turned to walk the few paces to the tentâs opening.
âDonât you walk away while Iâm talking!â Teoâs voice came closer, grew louder. âCome here, woman. Iâm talking to you!â
Amanusa ducked inside, stomach churning, just as Szabo snapped out Teoâs name. The outlaw fell silent, and after a moment she heard the crunch of footsteps walking away again.
Her knees crumpled and she reached out for . . . for . . . she didnât know. Something. Anything.
Jax caught her trembling hand. He helped her to the cot. He brought her a tin cup of tea, blowing on it to cool it before he handed it to her. He wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and knelt to unlace her shoes and ease them off.
âThank you.â She took a sip of the tea, huddling âround its warmth. She didnât know why she should be so chilled; the night hadnât yet stolen away the dayâs warmth. âI feel so silly.â
âThat man means you harm.â Jax set her stocking-clad feet on his thighs again and began to rub them warm. âItâs natural to be afraid, especially since you have not had the magic to protect yourself. I donât know what he said, but I heard how he said it. We have work to do tonight.â
Amanusa frowned as she sipped again. âI thought you understood Romanian.â
He gave her a crooked smile, his rubbing changing from warmth-inducing to deep, penetratingkneading. Heaven. âI understand
you.
I can tell when youâre speakingâRomanian, is it? But I donât understand them when they speak it. Helps with the simpleton role.â He patted her toes as he set her second warmed, soothed foot back on his leg. âFinish up the tea and lie down. Better that way for your first ride, I think.â
Now Amanusa was the obedient one as she drained her cup and handed it to Jax. He stretched his arm past the door flap to set it on the table outside while she stretched out on her back.
âThere we go.â He tucked the blankets close around her feet. âArms out,â he said. âAt least for now.â
âExplain what weâre doing. What does it mean to âride the bloodâ?â
Crow walked into the tent and cocked his beady eye at them, as if checking to see what they were about, then turned and hopped out again, apparently satisfied. Jax chuckled as he sat on the ground near Amanusaâs head, looping his long arms around his upthrust knees.
âExactly what it sounds like,â he said. âYou will follow the bloodâyoursââ He pointed at her. âInside the subjectâmeââ He turned his finger toward himself. âAnd ride it. Itâs one of the foundations of blood magic.
âWhen you ride, you can search out hidden thoughts, hidden illnessâwhatever you need to find. Itâs how the sorceress obtains justice. Secrets are impossible to keep when you ride anotherâs blood. You can heal while riding the blood, though itâs difficult and requires more blood from you.â
He paused. âDeathâthe execution of justiceârequiresonly a tiny drop. Which is why I will take more from you than that.â
âWhy only a drop?â
Jax met her eyes a moment, before looking back at his loosely clasped hands. âYvaine never explained it to me. That I can remember.â
Amanusa shivered at the reminder of the magic