Free Fate's Edge by Ilona Andrews Page B

for him,” William growled.
    Kaldar’s face turned serious. It was like someone had jerked the funny mask off his face. “William, I was there when he was born. I changed his diapers. Do you honestly think I’d let any harm come to him?”
    “Let me think . . .” William leaned forward. “Yes!”
    “That’s ridiculous. I just need an extra pair of eyes and ears. Consider it his final exam, Professor. I can look after him much better than you.”
    William took a step toward Kaldar. His eyes got a predatory glint.
    “All right!” Cerise declared. “Why don’t we go to the house and have some delicious rabbit before I pull out my sword and have to separate you two.”
    She put her hands on the arms of both men and pushed them toward the house. “Come on, Jack.”
    There was nothing to do but follow.
     
    JACK trotted down the path toward the woods, away from William’s house. His belly was full of hare. It should’ve made him happy, but it didn’t.
    The wind brought a familiar scent of lemon. Jack stopped at a large oak and leaned against it, his back to the bark. Above him, branches rustled. A moment later, George climbed down, holding a small spyglass in his hand. He wore a white shirt, a pale brown vest, brown pants, and dark brown boots. A short rapier hung from his waist. His hair was pale blond and cut longish. His eyes were big and blue, and he looked like a girl.
    “How did you know where I was?” George asked.
    “You put lemon juice in your hair again.”
    “The juice makes it lighter.” George leaned against the maple to Jack’s left. “How did it go?”
    “William and Cerise are leaving tomorrow,” Jack said. “Mirror mission, and he doesn’t know when he’s coming back. William said he’ll talk to Declan when he comes back. He says to stay out of trouble until he comes back.”
    “Not going to happen,” George said.
    “Yeah.”
    “So what are we going to do?” George asked.
    “I can’t stay at the house. I’ll do something or say something, and they’ll ship me off. With William away, nobody will tell them no.”
    “Rose wouldn’t do that,” George said.
    Jack glanced at him. “She’s mad, George. Really mad. I’m going to get my bag tonight and go into the woods. I’ll wait it out until William comes back.”
    “Jack, you have to think ahead.” George shook his head. “What happens if you disappear?”
    Jack shrugged. He would be in the woods, that’s what would happen.
    “Declan and Rose will think that you ran away. They’ll search for you. They won’t find you, because you’re good at hiding, so more people will get involved. Rumors will spread: Lord Camarine, the Marshal of the Southern Provinces, has lost his changeling brother-in-law. Obviously, he can’t control him, because the beast took off into the wild. Lock your children, or he’ll break into your house and devour them at night. Maybe we should hunt him down with torches.” George shook his head again. “They will send you to Hawk’s after that for sure. No, we need an actual plan.”
    “Well, I don’t have one,” Jack growled.
    George peered through the trees. “You said William and Cerise are leaving tomorrow. Who does the wyvern belong to? I got stuck at fencing, and when I made it here, the wyvern had landed already.”
    “Kaldar. He has a mission in the Democracy of California. He came to ask them for help, but they’re leaving on their own thing tomorrow, so he’s taking Gaston with him instead.”
    George thought about it. “When?”
    “Tomorrow evening. He has to give the wyvern time to rest before the long trip.” What did that have anything to do with it?
    “That’s a large cabin,” George said.
    “So?”
    “If they’re flying to California, they’ll pack it full of supplies, right?”
    Jack looked at the wyvern. It was a large cabin. Large enough to hide in, especially if it was packed with crates and bags.
    “Let me talk to Gaston. We can’t pull it off without him.