Orphan's Blade by Aubrie Dionne

hadn’t even finished his second course. Something must have gone terribly wrong. She wished she knew what it was. He’d been so kind to her, and she longed to repay the favor.
    Once they were alone, Cadence shook her head. “You shouldn’t be asking about the lieutenant, my lady.”
    Valoria laughed, but it came out brittle and forced. “It was just a matter with my room. That’s all.”
    Cadence furrowed her skinny brow. “I saw the way he looked at you back at the battle, when he was helping Echo into the carriage.”
    Valoria stopped in the middle of the hallway by a painting of King Thoridian atop a white charger. “Why? How did he look?”
    Cadence clucked her tongue in disapproval. “Like you were the Goddess Helena herself, stepped from the Holy Temple in the sky.”
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    Raven’s Eye
     
    Nathaniel launched after the red-haired raider. The quarter moon provided limited light as the boy disappeared down an alley by the butcher’s shop and the candlestick maker. When Nathaniel reached the alley, it was empty. He ran alongside the stone buildings, adrenaline pumping in his veins.
    Did he truly wish to find the boy?
    Who knew what measures Brax would take to get the information he needed? But, Nathaniel couldn’t have gangs of raiders attacking every caravan departing from the castle. And poor Kent would be punished if the boy wasn’t found. He hadn’t done anything wrong. But this boy certainly had.
    Glass shattered, drawing Nathaniel to the dimly lit part of town in the north by the back gate. Nathaniel watched his footing as he ran over the broken cobblestone. A shadow disappeared into a building with a crumbling foundation. Nathaniel picked his way over the remnants of the roof sprawled over the floor. Footsteps creaked on the broken stairway. The boy climbed over a hole in the staircase and pulled himself to the upper floor.
    “Wait.” Nathaniel called after him. This part of town was dangerous, not only for the broken glass and deteriorating wood, but thieves hid in the shadows. Besides, there was only one way out, through the back gate and into the moorland with swamps so deep, entire carriages could sink to the bottom and never be found again.
    But what could he promise the boy to come back to? He might be better off taking his chances in the moors.
    Nathaniel leapt up the stairs and stepped on rotten wood. His foot fell through, and he tumbled forward. An upturned nail sliced his palm.
    “Horred’s grave!” He clutched his injured hand against his chest and regained his footing, following the boy to the back room. Pigeons took off from the posts of a sodden bed. Tattered curtains flowed from broken windows. Nathaniel pulled open the closet door, and a bat flew toward his head. He ducked, and pulled out a thick blanket covered in moss. It hung over a chair with only three legs.
    No one.
    Rats scurried away as he checked under the bed. He turned toward the broken window. A thick clanking resounded from the wall, slow at first, then picking up speed. Chains strained and pulled, and a deep creaking rumbled in his gut.
    The gate was opening.
    Dread settled in Nathaniel’s stomach. He scrambled down the rotten stairs and ran into the street.
    Timber caught up, huffing. Fear and surprise lit his wrinkled face. “Helena’s sword, what does he think he’s doing?”
    “Getting away.” Nathaniel tied his handkerchief around his palm and raced ahead. Timber followed, running faster than he should for his age. “Leave this to me.”
    “I will not allow you to go alone.” Timber called from behind him.
    The gate rose inch by inch as they lurched uphill toward it. Countryside black as soot and endless as the sky stretched out beyond the walls. The dank smell of rot and mold wafted in on a breeze so cool, it settled into his bones.
    Nathaniel ran under the gate and stopped abruptly at the edge of the murky water. The spring floods had risen higher than ever before, covering most of