Endless Knight (The Arcana Chronicles) by Kresley Cole Read Free Book Online

been resupplying before coming back for me! I should’ve had more faith.
    Jackson’s lips parted at my appearance. He’d seen the aftermath of my battle with the Alchemist—now he had a front-row seat to an execution.
    Execution?
    This wasn’t me. I wasn’t a killer. Jack hadn’t left us this morning—but I knew if I did this thing now, I would lose him forever. I glanced down at Joules.
    No longer did I see the malicious Tower Card. This was just a kid, sweating with fear. I shook my head hard, reining in the fury. Inhale. Exhale. Glance at Jack. Better.
    To Joules, I said, “I told you I didn’t want to kill. The only reason I have this marking on my hand is because I had to defend myself. I did everything I could not to harm the Alchemist.”
    “Just get this feckin’ over wit’!”
    Seeing how much rage Joules had inside him—and an apparent death wish—made me question my offer of alliance. Though I would pass on recruiting this unmerry band today, I would spare them on one condition. . . . “If I release you, will you vow not to hunt us again?”
    Tess cried, “Make the vow!”
    Gabriel called, “Do it, Tower.”
    Joules blinked at me. “You’ll spare us?”
    “This game is different. This time, the Empress isn’t playing. I’ll spare you all.”
    Selena, Matthew, and Finn approached, flanking me. A unified front. “ None of us are playing.” I gazed up at Selena. “Isn’t that right?”
    She sighed. “Apparently, we’re going to figure out a way to kill Death, then stop the game.”
    Joules jutted his chin. “Aye, then, I vow I’ll not hunt you. But if you attack us, it’s on.”
    Anxious to go talk to Jack, I said, “Good enough!” My barbs dropped once more to the street. My claws morphed back. My glyphs dimmed. With just a thought, I freed Tess and unraveled the Tower, offering my hand to help him up.
    Joules stared at it. Muttering, “Bloody hell,” he took it.
    With the battle averted, Gabriel landed and gave Selena a formal bow—Archangel dug the Archer?
    “Don’t you need to go molt or something?” she sniffed.
    In a commiserating tone, Matthew told Tess, “The World wasn’t built in a day.” Then he turned to Joules. Sounding more authoritative than I’d ever heard him, Matthew said, “You need to leave this valley, Tower. Before the sun sets.”
    Joules’s gaze flickered over each of us. “Not a problem.”

    As soon as the Tower and his allies were out of sight, everything seemed to compete for my attention, when all I wanted to do was talk to Jackson.
    Selena slapped me on the back. “If I were a nice person who didn’t loathe you, I’d say you did well.”
    A limb from the remaining oak offered itself to my thorn claws, like an arm extended for a blood donation. Energy there for the taking.
    Death had his own commentary: —You spared the Tower, of all Arcana? Have you lost your wits, creature?—
    But I wasn’t paying attention to any of them; instead I hastened toward Jackson’s spot behind that shed. He’d already begun striding away.
    “Jack, wait up.” I trotted after him.
    He kept walking toward the mountains. The ones that led to cannibal country.
    Selena called after us, “J.D.!” He ignored her.
    While the others held back in confusion, I followed him. “What are you doing?”
    “Getting my ass out of Requiem.” He tossed me my old bug-out bag, the one I’d thought was lost forever.
    I gaped down at it. “How?” He must have retrieved it from the militia. I glanced inside. They’d stolen the heirloom jewelry I’d had for trading, but left some basic supplies—and my flash drive of my family’s photos. “When did you get this?”
    “Probably around the time you thought I was making out with Selena.”
    My face flamed. “You left your own bag behind last night.”
    “Mistake.” Catching my gaze, he said, “Woan happen again.” Then he kept walking.
    I tried to keep up with his long-legged strides. “Where are you going?”