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Kanghri on First Sister is to the west, a port town nestled across the strait from its twin, Mairi on Second Sister. Together, they form one of the largest communities in this part of Threshold. It’s not quite as large as Lyari, but no other city in this realm is as large as the capital.
I’ve stopped in Kanghri often enough to know some of the locals. That’s where we have to go if we want to find a ship sailing south to Lyari … but I don’t know if I’m thinking clearly. The size of Kanghri means there’s plenty of danger there, and being a Cwn Annwn has been enough protection previously, but I’ve never come to the city on foot, without a crew behind me. Weak. It might be fine, but I can’t guarantee it.
On the other hand, Nox saved us. Maybe we should trust them.
“Let’s go see the safe house. Kanghri is farther away, and Hedd and his crew will likely make port there tonight before they head back south. It would be best if we don’t run into them.”
“I’m not about to argue in favor of seeing that jackass again.”
The walk to the safe house might be thirty minutes for a healthy, able-bodied person, but it takes us the better part of two hours to make our staggering way along the coast. Even then, we almost miss the sign Evelyn was told to look for. The crevasse leads through a narrow canyon and into an open area that houses the … Honestly, calling it a shack might be too generous.
I stare at the rotted boards and walls that I’m nearly certain would collapse if they weren’t shoved into the narrow space between canyon walls. The roof sags precariously and there’s no way it doesn’t leak when it rains. If I’d happened across this place by accident, I would turn around and walk away. I certainly wouldn’t risk life and limb walking through the door that’s held up by a hope and some creative patching.
“For something Nox called a safe house, this doesn’t seem very safe.” It’s a good thing it’s blocked in on all sides, because a mild wind would cause it to collapse.
“Took the words … right out of … my mouth.” Evelyn is propped under my arm, doing her best to keep me upright. It shames me how weak I am, but no amount of stubbornness can override my physical limitations. I can’t even use my magic, either, because it’s drained to dangerous levels. I’m shaking in a way that has nothing to do with my wound and everything to do with overextending myself.
We don’t have any other options. We can’t turn around and make the trek back to Kanghri. As much as I don’t want to walk through that door, it’s got to be better than sleeping in the open in damp clothes. “Let’s check it out.”
Pushing through the creaking door, I expect to be met with cobwebs and maybe a few mice. Instead, we walk into a cozy little living room. The furniture is all faded, but clean. Same with the floor underfoot, and the maritime paintings on the walls.
“Another pocket realm?” Evelyn gives a pained laugh. “I always thought this kind of thing was more myth than anything else, and you have them just lying around all over the place.”
“They’re not as common as all that,” I say absently, still jarred by my expectations coming up against the reality of the room we stand in. “They’re incredibly expensive, because there are only so many people who can create them. This isn’t a pocket realm, though. It’s clever construction and a bit of theatrics.” This place doesn’t seem abandoned. It almost feels like someone just stepped out, like the room is holding its breath waiting for its occupant to return. “Hello?”
“It’s empty. Can you feel it?”
“All I feel is exhausted.”
Evelyn gives a tired laugh. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll do a little magic to make sure we’re truly alone.” She pauses. “But maybe you should take off your wet clothes before you do.”
I don’t want to admit that I don’t have the strength to undress, but Evelyn senses it all the same. She slips out from under my arm and in a few minutes has divested me of all my clothes and wrapped me in a knitted blanket. She presses me down onto the couch and frowns at my throat. “Maybe we should have taken the route to the city and gotten you to a healer.”
We’ll have to get me properly patched up before we try to leave Three Sisters, but even if we managed to make it to the city, I don’t currently have the strength to deal with Cato, the only healer I trust in Kanghri. “Do your sweep and then we’ll talk.”
It pains me to sit in place and wait for her to return. This building is larger that I would’ve guessed; several rooms seeming to be carved out of the cliff itself. It’s cleverly done. Everything about this house’s exterior is designed to prevent people from paying too much attention. In that, it serves its purpose as a safe house … but who is it a safe house for? The Cwn Annwn don’t utilize such things. They—we—operate out in the open. There’s no group more powerful in Threshold, so we don’t need to hide to be safe.
Evelyn returns several minutes later with another blanket. She strips with shaking hands and dumps her wet clothes in a pile next to mine. “I’ll clean that up in a minute, but—”
“Come here.”
Again, she doesn’t argue. She slips carefully into my lap and wraps her blanket over the space mine doesn’t reach. Her skin is clammy and cold and I hold her close as our temperatures start to readjust. I don’t know that we’re in a worse position than we were back on Sarvi, but it’s certainly not better. “Once we’ve warmed up a little, I’ll start a fire.”
She points a shaking finger at the fireplace and a violet flame erupts among the wood stacked there. “Got it.”
I pull her closer. “That was unnecessary. Save your strength.”
“No, you save your strength.” She buries her face in my chest. “There’s a full working kitchen through that door. The pantry is completely stocked. I don’t recognize all the food, but most of it seems to be nonperishable. There’s also an ice chest filled with different prepared soups. I don’t think anyone’s been through here in the last couple days, but it hasn’t been longer than a few weeks, either.”
We aren’t technically on the run. Yes, I disobeyed an order, but it was in the pursuit of doing what the Council commanded us to do. Kill the mermaids. I’m nearly certain that’s not enough to get me branded as a traitor, but that’s two ships turning me out in less than a week. Someone is bound to take notice if it keeps happening, and I can’t see a scenario where it doesn’t keep happening. I no longer have the ability to mindlessly obey without pushing back.
No, there has to be some other way. Some other route. Something. Because every time I misstep, I put Evelyn in danger. Unacceptable. “I don’t know how to get you home yet, but we’ll figure it out.”
She lifts her head and glares at me. “Is that what you think I’m worried about right now? You almost died. Several times. In a very short sequence of events. If I leave now, I’m going to spend the rest of my life worried that you charged nobly into the next conflict you came across and got your silly honorable head chopped right off your shoulders.” Her lower lip quivers. “Don’t ask me to do that, Bowen. Either come with me … or …”
I can’t stand to see her sad. Something almost akin to panic rises inside me, and I speak the first thing that comes to mind. “Do you know, I think there’s a good chance I came from the portal on the first island where you tried to escape.” I don’t intend to voice the suspicion that’s been growing inside me. “I knew too much about the cat-sìth. Even its name. That knowledge didn’t come from being one of the Cwn Annwn. It came from the time before.”
She stares at me. “If that’s true … do you want to go through the portal? To figure out what you left behind?”
