her back.
“You try to resist at all and I’ll cut your throat as I probably should’ve done already,” Sanya warned.
Annah stayed completely still.
Sanya ran to Basen’s dresser, withdrew a sock and two shirts, then gagged Annah with the sock and tied one shirt around it. Then she gagged Basen in the same way.
It was finally time to flee, but there was nothing she could use to keep Annah from running out and alerting Cleve and Reela, and Sanya still needed time to retrieve her akorell stone from her campus house. Damn, Alabell is probably there watching.
“I have to do this so you don’t chase me,” Sanya warned Annah, then stabbed her in the leg while using psyche to take away her pain.
Annah flinched as she looked down, then her knees buckled.
By the time Annah hit the floor with a loud thud, Sanya was already to the front door. Sensing someone right outside, she went into the other bedroom, remembering all too vividly that this was where she’d killed Nick, and opened the same window she’d climbed through before.
She could only hope that Reela wasn’t sensing where everyone was as Sanya squatted on the windowsill and quickly maneuvered to turn her body around. She rose and grabbed the roof, then pulled herself up. Cleve and Reela were standing together a few yards away from the front door, unaware of Sanya’s escape.
She hit the dirt and hurried toward her house while opening her mind to Alabell’s location. The healer was still watching through the window in Sanya’s bedroom. Stupid curious woman, you’d better get out of there.
Alabell opened the window as she saw Sanya approach. “What’s wrong?”
“Basen’s hurt. He needs your help.”
Alabell turned and instantly disappeared into the darkness of the house, likely running for the front door. Sanya climbed in through her window and went straight for her wardrobe. She fell to her knees to reach beneath it, then ripped off the loose panel of wood.
“Basen needs help!” Alabell yelled from outside. “Sanya told me so!”
“What? How?” Reela asked.
Sanya could hear no more as she ran through the hall and into Alabell’s room. Throwing open the window, Sanya hoisted herself up and through and began to sprint between campus houses. It was only a matter of time before Cleve and Reela would find out Sanya was the murderer. She needed as much distance from them as possible, for she didn’t know if that was a battle she could win.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Basen’s cut was deep. Now that Sanya had left, her psychic spell was quickly fading. Pain began to settle in. Panicked and confused, Basen twisted and turned on the ground and managed to maneuver his hands from his back to his front, where they would be of more use. He pressed the sheet binding his hands against the stab wound in his thigh to at least slow the thick stream of blood.
“Meewaaa. Cweeee.” He tried to scream for Reela and Cleve but barely made a sound through the double gag.
Annah screamed as well but with no better luck. Blood had pooled around both of them, seeping together and filling the cracks in the floorboards.
“Basen needs help!” Alabell yelled. “Sanya told me so!”
“What? How?”
“She’s right behind—” Alabell stopped herself. “Oh my stars. She’s the murderer! Come on!”
The door rattled against its lock.
“Basen?” Alabell hollered.
They were never going to hear him in time. Basen picked at the knot in his shirt at the back of his head, but his bound hands made his progress slow.
“Which way did she go?” Cleve asked, his low voice sounding more determined than angry.
“That way!” Alabell replied.
“Cleve, don’t go after her!” Reela yelled. It sounded like she was running around to the side of the house. “Follow me. Cleve! No, Cleve!”
Basen could hear heavy footsteps going the other way. They became faint as Reela screamed his name one last time.
The window finally came open and Alabell tumbled in
“You try to resist at all and I’ll cut your throat as I probably should’ve done already,” Sanya warned.
Annah stayed completely still.
Sanya ran to Basen’s dresser, withdrew a sock and two shirts, then gagged Annah with the sock and tied one shirt around it. Then she gagged Basen in the same way.
It was finally time to flee, but there was nothing she could use to keep Annah from running out and alerting Cleve and Reela, and Sanya still needed time to retrieve her akorell stone from her campus house. Damn, Alabell is probably there watching.
“I have to do this so you don’t chase me,” Sanya warned Annah, then stabbed her in the leg while using psyche to take away her pain.
Annah flinched as she looked down, then her knees buckled.
By the time Annah hit the floor with a loud thud, Sanya was already to the front door. Sensing someone right outside, she went into the other bedroom, remembering all too vividly that this was where she’d killed Nick, and opened the same window she’d climbed through before.
She could only hope that Reela wasn’t sensing where everyone was as Sanya squatted on the windowsill and quickly maneuvered to turn her body around. She rose and grabbed the roof, then pulled herself up. Cleve and Reela were standing together a few yards away from the front door, unaware of Sanya’s escape.
She hit the dirt and hurried toward her house while opening her mind to Alabell’s location. The healer was still watching through the window in Sanya’s bedroom. Stupid curious woman, you’d better get out of there.
Alabell opened the window as she saw Sanya approach. “What’s wrong?”
“Basen’s hurt. He needs your help.”
Alabell turned and instantly disappeared into the darkness of the house, likely running for the front door. Sanya climbed in through her window and went straight for her wardrobe. She fell to her knees to reach beneath it, then ripped off the loose panel of wood.
“Basen needs help!” Alabell yelled from outside. “Sanya told me so!”
“What? How?” Reela asked.
Sanya could hear no more as she ran through the hall and into Alabell’s room. Throwing open the window, Sanya hoisted herself up and through and began to sprint between campus houses. It was only a matter of time before Cleve and Reela would find out Sanya was the murderer. She needed as much distance from them as possible, for she didn’t know if that was a battle she could win.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Basen’s cut was deep. Now that Sanya had left, her psychic spell was quickly fading. Pain began to settle in. Panicked and confused, Basen twisted and turned on the ground and managed to maneuver his hands from his back to his front, where they would be of more use. He pressed the sheet binding his hands against the stab wound in his thigh to at least slow the thick stream of blood.
“Meewaaa. Cweeee.” He tried to scream for Reela and Cleve but barely made a sound through the double gag.
Annah screamed as well but with no better luck. Blood had pooled around both of them, seeping together and filling the cracks in the floorboards.
“Basen needs help!” Alabell yelled. “Sanya told me so!”
“What? How?”
“She’s right behind—” Alabell stopped herself. “Oh my stars. She’s the murderer! Come on!”
The door rattled against its lock.
“Basen?” Alabell hollered.
They were never going to hear him in time. Basen picked at the knot in his shirt at the back of his head, but his bound hands made his progress slow.
“Which way did she go?” Cleve asked, his low voice sounding more determined than angry.
“That way!” Alabell replied.
“Cleve, don’t go after her!” Reela yelled. It sounded like she was running around to the side of the house. “Follow me. Cleve! No, Cleve!”
Basen could hear heavy footsteps going the other way. They became faint as Reela screamed his name one last time.
The window finally came open and Alabell tumbled in
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