Warrior's Touch (Deadly Touch book 2)
I'm Scared

By day six on the farm, Llew was getting into the rhythm of rural life: feed and milk the cows, feed the chickens and pigs, practice sword-play, collect the chicken’s eggs, snack, practice hand-to-hand, lunch, plant seeds to turn the cart-way into an Ajnai avenue, help at the forge while Hisham and Jonas made lead-coated Ajnai pellets under Braph’s instruction, dinner, chat around the kitchen table, sneak off behind the chicken shed with Jonas, sleep in a real bed …

Jonas’s bruising hadn’t spread, but the color around his nose had deepened to a rich purple. Llew still couldn’t understand why he’d let things go so far with Braph, but any mention of it was met with a wall of silence.

And he was different at night. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what, but he laughed less, and was less forthcoming with, well, everything. Llew had to ask him to hold her, to kiss her. It had been fun the first night, but it was already wearing thin. Surely, he knew what she wanted by now.

Day seven went much the same, but instead of making so many pellets, Hisham and Llew helped make duplicates of the wrist stake launchers Braph had developed. And as the larger chunks of wood dried, they whittled them into smoother stakes so they could be relied upon to launch when required.

Ard returned to Hinden for a few items he hadn’t been able to get on the first day, and by the end of the day, Llew’s Ajnai seeds were already saplings about ankle-height. Jonas’s bruising had turned grey with a greenish edge.

Eight days at the farm and Llew was getting anxious. They had made no move to head for Duffirk. Of course, there was no point riding to face Aris unprepared, and they didn’t even know if Aris would be going straight from Peria to Duffirk. Maybe they had more time than they thought, but Llew wasn’t prepared to gamble with her ma’s life. Much as she loved Merrid and Ard, she hoped they could leave soon.

The saplings were nearly knee height already.

Jonas’s bruising was turning to yellows and grays and shrinking. He was more relaxed when they went behind the chicken shed that night, but Llew had hoped he might talk a bit more about futures. After all, the end of theirs was rushing up so fast. But he didn’t.

While Braph and Jonas finished work on one of these newfangled weapons, Hisham spent the morning making pile on pile of pellets they didn’t know for sure would work to weaken Aris, while Llew cut leather circles, punched holes, and threaded thin leather straps. By midday they had pile on pile of leather bags filled with pellets they didn’t know for sure would work. Llew tried to shake her skepticism. The pellets without Ajnai wood inside had slowed Aris down. At the very least these pellets would do the same, hopefully more. And she was almost certain the Ajnai stakes would work – assuming a steel coating wasn’t required. The difference there, of course, was that at least one of them would have to get close to the Immortal man to replace out.

The Syakaran knives were covered in engraved designs. Was there more to it than added beauty? Was it steel from a particular source? Had it had anything mixed with it? Or did it just have to be Ajnai wood, no matter the package? Unfortunately, if it turned out the metal played a role in their effectiveness, they were out of luck. They had only two knives, both of which Aris would be expecting. They didn’t have the resources to create steel pellets, and certainly not the knowledge to carve magic symbols.

Llew hoped it had all just been for hardiness and decoration.

She was over-thinking things, she was sure. Probably a side effect of having spent time with Anya, and suddenly not having the blonde girl around to do her thinking for her anymore.

Or maybe, more likely, she was terrified of facing a man who was clearly more powerful than them. Anya had responded with a brief message of joy to know they were in safe hands, but that she had so far failed to replace a way to remove Aris’s power without Llew exploding. Pls dnt meet hm, she pleaded. Llew wasn’t prepared to honor such a promise, so she didn’t make it. Not facing him wasn’t an option. He’d left Llew alive once. She doubted it would happen again. And her ma wouldn’t get a second chance.

After lunch, Jonas took up the mantle of being Llew’s fight instructor, saying he wanted to see how she was progressing. He’d commented on how fast her body was changing several times over the course of the week. It seemed her body made the necessary changes she asked of it that much faster than most. No matter how much she probed, though, Jonas refused to comment on whether he preferred her toned or a little soft. Regardless, he reminded her all this work was so she would be prepared for what might come. He hoped she wouldn’t come face-to-face with Aris. It would be a hopelessly mismatched fight, and she would lose.

Jonas invited Llew to open proceedings, but all the awkwardness that had plagued them since Braph took her to Duffirk had returned. Jonas was with her, but he wasn’t with her, or anyone, now. She didn’t think she’d known him to be quite so locked in. And it was affecting her ability to practice. She didn’t want to hit him, not if they weren’t going to laugh about it later. She didn’t want to throw him over her shoulder... well, actually, that would be quite fun. Of course, she expected things to go the other way most of the time.

She rushed Jonas, but he was prepared and caught her, flipped her, and controlled her fall so she didn’t hit the ground too hard, then helped her back to her feet in one smooth move. She pulled her hand free immediately and took up her fighting stance. She threw a punch and he ducked. She punched air again, again, and again. She gave up and ran at him, head down, arms spread. He let her catch him round the middle and laughed while she tried to pull him off balance. That was better. Still, it was hardly preparation to face Aris.

“You’re right,” Jonas conceded. “If you face-off against Aris, or another Syakaran—”

“Karlani.”

“Yeah, Karlani. But Karlani also came from somewhere, and we can’t guess where the loyalties of other Syakara could lie.”

“Heh. They might like Aenuks.”

“If Karlani is anything to go by, I doubt it.”

Llew had to concede the point.

“And they’d have no reason to be loyal to Quaver.”

“Hey, Quaver killed me and imprisoned you. I have no loyalty to Quaver. I’m surprised you still do.”

Jonas shrugged. “Where else do I belong?”

“With me.” Llew smiled.

Jonas laughed, pulled her into him and kissed her head. “Thanks.” He didn’t look totally reassured when he pulled back, though, and Llew’s heart ached. She was used to making her own home wherever she found herself. Jonas was still lost.

“Come on, then. Show me what I’ll be facing. Hit me.” Llew beckoned him to attack.

He shook his head at first, scowling like he was in some internal battle. Probably he was having the same trouble as Llew. They needed to practice fighting but fighting each other didn’t come naturally. Yet, anyway. The long-married couples that survived the pressures of Cheer usually fought pretty hard.

“Problem is, you won’t survive facing Aris or a Syakaran. Your best defense is going to be to get a hand on them, and let your reflexes do the rest.”

“The Aenuk grip …”

“The Aenuk grip.”

“Which I can’t practice on you without possibly killing you.”

Jonas shook his head.

They couldn’t leave Aris out there, either. Llew had to cling to the belief that her mother still lived, but for how long? And Aris would hunt Llew for the rest of her days.

“Shit, Jonas. I’m scared.”

“Good.” He took a step towards her again. “Now we’re dealin’ with reality. We can’t go up against Aris believin’ we’re evenly matched. We go against him as the underdogs. But we can increase our chances. We’ve got the Gaard pellets, and the Ajnai stakes. And... your blood.”

“Well, yeah, but we wouldn’t have time. Filling the syringes alone—”

“I’m not talkin’ about the syringes.”

“Then, how?”

He lowered his gaze again. “Braph’s … made a new device.”

“What?” Llew’s stomach plummeted. “No.”

“What would you have me do?” he pleaded. “Get you, me, and Hisham killed to achieve, what? Our deaths, for nothin’? I want to go in with a chance.”

“We do have a chance! You said yourself. We’ve got the pellets, and the stakes. And you survived him last time.”

“Barely. And only because he was already halfway worn from attackin’ your tree.”

Llew reeled, her mind barely able to grasp a clear thought. In her gut, in her very soul, she knew that Braph having a device again was bad news. He’d traveled with them as a companion, even been helpful, but only while Jonas clearly over-powered him, only while he needed them. But he did still need them. His device was useless without Llew’s blood. He needed her to power it. She began to breathe easier. She could say ‘no’. She could refuse.

“How would he make it work? He can’t make the crystals, can he?”

“No. It won’t be as powerful as his last. He can’t make the crystals, only use fresh blood, so it won’t last the same, or boost him as much. But it’d still be more power to fight Aris.”

Braph in possession of all that power again. Maybe not quite as much, but it hardly mattered if he could control her mind.

“Why can’t you wear it?” she asked.

“Not for me.” Jonas shook his head vehemently. “I can’t use your blood like that.”

“Can’t?”

“Won’t.”

Llew didn’t know how to feel about that. If anyone needed to drain her blood, the one that would give her the least pause would be Jonas. But he looked dead set against it.

“If it’s a weaker design, would you still be stronger than him?”

Jonas looked down, shifted uncomfortably. “He’s only got one arm.” He didn’t look up when he said it.

“What he did to me, he could do with no arms.”

“He won’t touch you again, Llew.” Again, the awkward shuffle. “Besides, he can’t draw the kind of power he could last time.”

Llew watched him. He still wouldn’t make eye contact.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’s wrong,” he muttered between his teeth, full-fledged anger barely contained. It was the first thing he’d said with real conviction. But he still seemed jumpy.

Something was wrong. But probably it was just him being scared, too. As far as she knew, he’d never walked into battle with doubts in his own ability before. Aris presented a new challenge. She was scared. Of course, he was scared, too.