The Demon in the Wood by Leigh Bardugo Read Free Book Online Page B

hundred theories to account for the murder—none of which satisfied. But they had more pressing problems tonight.
    She saw him signal to Jesper and Big Bolliger to divest themselves of weapons. Street law dictated that for a parley of this kind each lieutenant be seconded by two of his foot soldiers and that they all be unarmed. Parley. The word felt like a deception—strangely prim, an antique. No matter what street law decreed, this night smelled like violence.
    “Go on, give those guns over,” Dirix said to Jesper.
    With a great sigh, Jesper removed the gun belts at his hips. She had to admit he looked less himself without them. The Zemeni sharpshooter was long-limbed, brown-skinned, constantly in motion. He pressed his lips to the pearl handles of his prized revolvers, bestowing each with a mournful kiss.
    “Take good care of my babies,” Jesper said as he handed them over to Dirix. “If I see a single scratch or nick on those, I’ll spell forgive me on your chest in bullet holes.”
    “You wouldn’t waste the ammo.”
    “And he’d be dead halfway through forgive, ” Big Bolliger said as he dropped a hatchet, a switchblade, and his preferred weapon, a thick chain weighted with a heavy padlock, into Rotty’s expectant hands.
    Jesper rolled his eyes. “It’s about sending a message. What’s the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?”
    “Compromise,” Kaz said. “ I’m sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets.”
    Dirix laughed, but Inej noted that he cradled Jesper’s revolvers very gently.
    “What about that?” Jesper asked, gesturing to Kaz’s walking stick.
    Kaz’s laugh was low and humorless. “Who’d deny a poor cripple his cane?”
    “If the cripple is you, then any man with sense.”
    “Then it’s a good thing we’re meeting Geels.” Kaz drew a watch from his vest pocket. “It’s almost midnight.”
    Inej turned her gaze to the Exchange. It was little more than a large rectangular courtyard surrounded by warehouses and shipping offices. But during the day, it was the heart of Ketterdam, bustling with wealthy merchers buying and selling shares in the trade voyages that passed through the city’s ports. Now it was nearly twelve bells, and the Exchange was deserted but for the guards who patrolled the perimeter and the rooftop. They’d been bribed to look the other way during tonight’s parley.
    The Exchange was one of the few remaining parts of the city that hadn’t been divvied up and claimed in the ceaseless skirmishes between Ketterdam’s rival gangs. It was supposed to be neutral territory. But it didn’t feel neutral to Inej. It felt like the hush of the woods before the snare yanks tight and the rabbit starts to scream. It felt like a trap.
    “This is a mistake,” she said. Big Bolliger startled; he hadn’t known she was standing there. Inej heard the name the Dregs preferred for her whispered among their ranks— the Wraith. “Geels is up to something.”
    “Of course he is,” said Kaz. His voice had the rough, abraded texture of stone against stone. Inej always wondered if he’d sounded that way as a little boy. If he’d ever been a little boy.
    “Then why come here tonight?”
    “Because this is the way Per Haskell wants it.”
    Old man, old ways, Inej thought but didn’t say, and she knew the other Dregs were thinking the same thing.
    “He’s going to get us all killed,” she said.
    Jesper stretched his long arms overhead and grinned, his teeth white against his dark skin. He had yet to give up his rifle, and the silhouette of it across his back made him resemble a gawky, long-limbed bird. “Statistically, he’ll probably only get some of us killed.”
    “It’s not something to joke about,” she replied. The look Kaz cast her was amused. She knew how she sounded—stern, fussy, like an old crone making dire pronouncements from her porch. She didn’t like it, but she also knew she was right. Besides, old women must know something, or