Luck was with him. Yordan discovered
an inn two streets over that was open and boisterous, which meant it
was popular. And popular usually included decent victuals, as well
as clean beds.
When he entered, the smell of alcohol,
unwashed bodies, and wood smoke assailed him. But there were also
the delectable smells of meat pies and roasted fowl. He scanned the
large room for any sign of Farley, but the man wasn’t there.
However, that didn’t mean one or two of his henchmen weren’t.
Fortunately, they only knew Ravenelle from sight. He wouldn’t raise
any suspicions. Still, he had to keep an eye out for the procurer.
Shuffling over to the nearest empty table,
he waited for a server to confront him. It didn’t take long.
“What is your preference, sir?” The young
woman who approached him gave him a flirty smile, which told him she
had things to offer that weren’t on the menu.
“I am in need of sustenance. What can I get
for a coin?” Reaching into his cloak pocket, he produced the last
bronze.
The woman eyed it. “A meat pie or half a
roasted game hen. That also comes with one serving of your choice of
drink.” She’d automatically labeled him as an outsider, and not one
of the locals. Had he been a regular, Yordan figured the offering
would have been greater.
Shoving the coin back into his pocket, he
changed it into silver and drew it back out. “Very well. How much
for this?”
The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, much more,
kind sir.”
“Can it get me two meat pies, two game hens,
and
a tankard of cider? I need to catch the next coach
leaving town and want to take the provisions with me.”
“Aye!” She bobbed her head and tried to
pluck it from his fingers. Yordan quickly palmed the money,
preventing her from taking it.
“And
I want two raspberry scones, if you have them.”
“Will you accept lemon curd?”
He flashed her a smile. “Two lemon curd
scones it is. Oh, and one more thing. Any idea when the next coach
will be by?”
“They arrived around seven this evening.
This inn is one of their layovers. The drivers usually take their
breakfast around six in the morning and head out soon after.” “Thank you.” Handing her the silver,
he watched as she practically skipped back to the kitchen.
When it arrived, his meal was served all
wrapped in cloth and packed into a wooden crate. An old clay pitcher
missing its handle held the cider. The smell of all the food made
his stomach gurgle. Thanking the woman, he exited the inn.
The snow had ceased falling. The clouds
parted slightly, enough to allow the moonlight to reflect off the
whiteness. He was able to track his own footprints left in the
powder back to the livery stables.
Yordan stopped just short of reaching the
building when he saw the open doorway. He’d closed those doors. He’d
swear on it.
His eyes dropped to the ground where signs
of a scuffle were evident, even in the dim light. Those weren’t
footprints caused by someone coming in or out with their horse.
Neither had they been there when he’d left earlier.
He worked his magick, turning the food,
crate and all, into small rocks to stuff into his pockets. Bracing
himself, he entered the stables and went directly to the stall where
he’d left Ravenelle.
Although he’d braced himself to not find her
there, the discovery of the empty slot still sent a gut shot through
him. The blanket remained, which he quickly reverted back to straw
to avoid further suspicion.
“All right, my Ravenelle. Where did you go?”
He didn’t ask who with. He already had good reason to believe Farley
had somehow discovered their resting place. How, he couldn’t fathom,
but it had to have been sudden, or else he knew she would have made
herself invisible and escaped.
Yordan’s head jerked up.
Maybe she did. But if
that is what happened, why would there be signs of a scuffle
outside?
He hurried back out to the front of the
building to study the tracks. Bending down, he placed a hand in one
depression and concentrated. Yes, some of these were from her. He
checked another print, a larger one that spoke of a boot. It wasn’t
Farley’s, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t have been one of the
man’s paid accomplices.
He checked the direction where the tracks
were heading. From what little he knew of the town, they appeared to
be leading away from the main square. It wouldn’t surprise him if
they were going to someone’s private abode.
Farley’s home.
It would make sense.
But first, he had to make sure that when he
went after Ravenelle, he didn’t attract the man’s attention, or the
attention of any of his friends. He was pretty certain by now those
men had been given a description of him. “Then I will have to change
my appearance,” he murmured with a hard smile. “If they have harmed
you, Ravenelle, I swear there will be no end to what I will do to
them. They do not have the faintest knowledge of what I can put them
through.”
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