Riddle of Fate Read online

“What happened this morning?”

  “They know something. Or suspect something. Peater was asking me about Leena again. Didn’t you get questioned again?

  “No. Not about her.”

  His head dropped into his hands. “They are going to try to pin this on me.”

  “How? They don’t have any evidence against you.”

  “Someone told the lawmen that they saw me head off from here towards Leena’s house.”

  “But then they must have seen me with you.”

  “Apparently not.”

  “Well, then someone is lying. Either the person who told them this or they are lying about someone coming forward with this information. Maybe they were trying to trick you in to revealing something. You didn’t, did you? What did you tell them?”

  “I told them that I was here. There were enough people here that I couldn’t deny that. I just said that I went home afterwards and that I’d met you there. I thought it best to give you an alibi for the time of the murder.”

  “Did you say I was with you here at the Prancing Pony?”

  “No!” His eyebrows pulled together and he cupped her hands in his. “I kept your name out of it. Don’t worry.”

  She shook her head. “You should have told them I was with you.”

  He looked up from his hands. “Why would I do that?”

  “For one thing, I already told them that I met you here! You could have said that we were together the entire time and that you were therefore innocent. And for another, what am I meant to tell them now if they ask me again about where I was? And why our stories don’t match up?”

  “Oh,” Merrit’s mouth pulled down at the corners. “I guess you tell them we met at the Prancing Pony – I was already in my cups – and you had to help me home after I had a few too many. That could account for the fact that I don’t remember meeting you at the Prancing Pony.”

  “And what if they don’t believe me? Or if another patron tells them you didn’t look drunk?”

  He lowered his head back to his hands. When he looked up at her again, resolve had solidified in his gaze. “We need to leave. It’s a matter of time before they ensnare us.” He paused. “Let’s leave tonight.”

  “Tonight?” she sat back in her chair, feeling her stomach twist as she considered this. “Tomorrow,” she said finally. “I need to put a few things into place before I go.”

  “Things like your boyfriend?” She thought she heard a tinge of jealousy in his voice, but she brushed it off as her imagination.

  “Well, yes. I can’t leave without seeing him again.”

  “You can’t tell him where we’re going.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know where we're going. But I will tell him that we are leaving.”

  “And you think he will let you go? A girl like you? With another man, no less?”

  “I am not asking his permission. I will be telling him that I am leaving. And I don’t need your permission for it either.” She stood as she was speaking, her face turning red. “I might be a woman, but I make my own decisions. We are not leaving tonight. We are leaving tomorrow night. We can meet at the bell tower at midnight. I will speak to you at work tomorrow.” She turned on her heel and swept from the room.

  Chapter Eight

  Not Quite According to Plan

  Shortly after Khaya arrived home, Brier knocked on the door. The smile slipped from his face when he saw her sombre expression. “What’s happened?” he asked as he stepped inside.

  “I’m leaving,” she said, fighting to keep her voice steady.

  “What? Where are you going?”

  She shook her head, chin trembling. He folded his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Come, let’s put a kettle to the boil.” He took her hand and led her to the kitchen, sitting her down at the table.

  “Now, tell me what's going on,” he said as he put a teapot and cups on the table in front of her and took a seat opposite.

  “They are getting suspicious at the Company. It is only a matter of time before they openly accuse me of murder.”

  “So, you're running away?”

  “You make it sound so cowardly,” she said with a scowl. “What am I meant to do? If the Company decides I'm guilty, I would stand no chance against them.”

  “How do you know that? You make them out to be all-powerful, almost evil. What makes you think they're capable of framing you for murder? Or of murder, for that matter?”

  “They have told me that they have killed people with second abilities!” she spat, frustrated that he seemed to be defending them.

  He held up his hands. “That was a long time ago. And only after those people started killing others. All I am saying is, maybe you are pulling this all out of proportion.”

  “This isn’t something that will blow over!”

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  Derrin stood in the hallway listening to them argue. He wished he could jump in and knock Brier on the chin. He seemed more concerned with convincing Khaya to stay than with her safety.

  Was it a matter of simple selfishness, or did he have an ulterior motive? “I am going, Brier,” she said and Derrin grinned. She was proving to be a woman who knew her own mind.

  “Then I'll come with you,” Brier said.

  “No. It's bad enough that you are involved in this at all. I won’t allow you to risk your life by coming with me.”

  “That is my risk to take.”

  “No, it isn’t. If something happened to you, I would for ever blame myself. I won’t stand for it.”

  “What does this mean for us, then?” he asked after a pause, resignation in his voice. “When will I see you again?”

  A short silence. “I don’t know,” she whispered so softly Derrin could hardly hear her words. “Merrit doesn’t know where we are going, either.”

  “Merrit? I thought you would be going on your own.”

  “No. Merrit is as involved as I am. He convinced me that it was time to leave.”

  A chair scraped back, and feet paced up and down. “I don’t like this,” Brier finally said.

  “I would have thought you'd be happy that I won’t be alone.”

  “Yes, I am so very pleased you will be running away with another man.”

  “Brier, don’t twist it like that. There is nothing between us. And I feel safer knowing that he will be there with me.”

  “Is there anything I can say to dissuade you?”

  “No.” Her voice was solid, unwavering.

  “I guess then there is no reason for me being here,” Brier’s voice was low.

  “Brier,” Khaya pleaded.

  Brier stormed out past Derrin and, expecting Khaya to follow, he Leapt outside, crouching behind a shrub to the side of the front door. Khaya soon appeared. “Brier! Come back,” her voice caught and tears glistened down her cheeks. She stood in the door long after Brier disappeared from view.

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  Walking to work the next morning, Khaya was still saddened by Brier’s reaction. She couldn’t believe he would leave things like that. Maybe he thought it would change her mind, convince her that she couldn’t leave on such a bitter note.

  He could think again.

  She walked through the main library doors and up the stairs. Reaching the landing at the top, she peered through the glass panels in the door leading off to her left, to the actual library. Several people were visible browsing among the shelves. She used to be a regular before the Company even found her.

  How she would love to go back to that time. To a life of simplicity and normality.

  She sighed and pushed through the door to her right. Res saw her entering and froze, his tail whipping to and fro. She glared at him and felt like saying ‘Boo!’. She settled for shaking her head at him.

  She looked around for Merrit. He was usually late for work and she guessed that today was no exception. When Phalio did not intercept her as she entered, she made her way over to her desk.

  She
grimaced when Peater approached her, a sheaf of papers in his hands. “Phalio is dealing with another matter today,” he said, placing the documents on her desk. “I’m afraid it’s back to normal work for you for now.”

  Khaya couldn’t stop from grinning. She’d been dreading another dreary day in the basement with a stone-faced Phalio. She skimmed through the first document – a report of a fire in the market area of Teaton, a town to the west of Arroe.

  A number of times while reading she thought someone called her name. She turned, each time finding no one behind her. Perhaps she was more on edge than she thought.

  Several hours later, she realised Merrit still wasn’t at his desk. Her stomach gave a roll. Maybe he left without her. She cursed under her breath. She should have left with him the night before. Clearly, Brier wasn’t much bothered about her comings and goings. Maybe he’s busy with something else. She turned her papers face down on the desk and got up to look for him.

  Only a couple of women were in the staff room when she peeked in. She had never had any dealings with either of them. She didn’t even know what their abilities were, but they’d both been with the Company longer than her. As she stepped closer to them they both retreated a step. “Argh,” Khaya grunted. “Have you seen Merrit today?” She tried and failed to contain her irritation.

  The women shook their heads, faces pinched. Khaya thought that if she asked for their coins and jewellery, they would hand them over in an instant. Muttering under her breath, she walked another round of the room before settling back at her desk.

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  The moment she finished work, Khaya rushed over to Merrit’s house. She knocked several times, but received no answer. Giving up, she hurried to her own house. Her heart was racing. She kept thinking someone was following – she could hear their footsteps. Looking over her shoulder for the fourth time she shook her head, trying to dispel the feeling of being watched.

  She sighed in relief as she shut her front door behind her. She threw an apple and some provisions into a bag. Part of her wished Brier would show up and persuade her to stay. The bigger part, though, knew she had to leave and seeing him would not change that, only make it harder.

  Midnight was still a long way off, which meant she had a good few hours to kill. With no appetite for it, she picked a few beans from her little garden, as well as carrots, and a squash.

  In a short space of time, she had a plateful of food in front of her that she forced herself to eat. Collecting her bag of clothes from upstairs, she decided that she would rather be on the move. She added the food provisions to her duffel bag and left, ignoring the pinch of regret as she walked away from her life.

  She made herself keep a slow pace as she headed to the bell tower. It rang out as she arrived. She was an hour early. Sitting down, she leaned her back against the stone wall and closed her eyes. A million things ran through her mind.

  Footsteps approached from around the corner. She smiled. He was early. She stood and waited for him to reach her. The footsteps stopped. She frowned, and walked to the corner, peering round. No one. A chill ran down her spine. “Merrit?”

  No answer.

  I must be more tired than I realised. She sat back down, leaning her head back, but keeping her eyes open. With only a crescent moon, there was not much light to see by. A few lanterns lit a small area in the square opposite her, but these were dim and only served to stop her eyes from adjusting to the murky night.

  From just beyond the lit area, voices rose and fell. Was that Merrit? Who was he with? She squinted through the dark, but it was no good. She couldn’t see. The voices were approaching.

  “Merrit?” she called.

  The voices cut off. The ensuing silence seemed to roar in her ears. What was going on? Was she finally losing her mind? She jumped when the clock chimed midnight behind her. She gave a nervous giggle and smoothed down her skirt.

  Merrit would be there any minute now. Her stomach gave a flutter at the thought. Not because she would be seeing Merrit, but the moment of leaving everything behind her was almost upon her.

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  Derrin sat some distance away from Khaya, the night’s shadows cloaking him. He wasn’t sure what was frightening her, but he was sure there was no immediate danger. She was putting herself at risk by being out in the open in the middle of the night and on her own, no less. This woman had more courage than was good for her.

  He didn’t know in what form the Order’s attack on her would come. He still doubted that they would do her physical harm, but he wouldn’t put abduction past them. He looked up at the clock for the umpteenth time. It was past midnight. Merrit had better not make him sit out here the whole night. He resisted the urge to pace.

  When he could stand the wait no longer, he Leapt to Merrit’s house. If he’d lost his courage, Derrin would convince him that his house was no longer a safe place to be.

  There was no sign of light through any of the windows and the door was ajar. He walked in. It was quiet.

  Too quiet.

  Chapter Nine

  Stranger Things

  Khaya was getting a bad feeling. She knew Merrit always arrived late for work, but she was sure that was because he didn’t like work. Surely, he wouldn’t let her wait this long out here. Something must have gone wrong.

  The night air carried a chill and she pulled her coat on. She buttoned it up and pushed her hands into her pockets. She frowned, pulling a note from her pocket. She squinted to see the scrawled words. ‘Change of plans, meet me at the Orange Tree inn. M’

  She dropped the note as though it had burnt her. How could he possibly have put the note in her coat pocket? She spun round, knowing there was no way he could have sneaked past her. That wouldn’t make sense anyway, she chided herself. He probably went to her house while she was still at work and slipped the note in. Her coat was after all, by her packed bag.

  She grimaced. She didn’t particularly like the idea of Merrit in her house without her knowledge. It felt intrusive.

  Despite its affable name, the Orange Tree had the worst reputation of all the inns in all of Arroe. Khaya only hesitated a moment, though. Soon after setting off, her feet hurried her to a near jog. She felt paranoid, looking over her shoulder every few steps. The more she tried to convince herself she was being a silly, scared, little girl, the more her stomach tightened with fear.

  She ran the last three streets and burst through the door of the inn, breath racing. The startled man behind the reception desk had clearly been sleeping. His hair was mussed and his eyes unfocused. “Has a man come here looking for me? He is about this tall,” she said, holding her hand about a foot higher than her head, “he has light brown, messy hair and a kind of hooked nose.”

  The man blinked several times before speaking. She had to keep a tight rein on her temper. “No ma’am. We haven’t had anyone in here tonight.”

  She gritted her teeth at being called ma’am. “Are you sure? He was going to be here at about midnight.”

  He shook his head, his loose jowls swinging. “As I’ve said we haven’t had anyone come in tonight.”

  Taking a deep breath, she looked to her left. Through the open door, she saw a sitting room. From where she stood, she could see the feet of a man sitting on one of the settees. She looked back at the innkeeper. “No one, you say?” She snorted and, not waiting for his reply, walked to the waiting room.

  She stopped short as she entered the room. It wasn’t Merrit. She was about to walk out when he spoke in a deep voice. “Khaya. You should sit.”

  She was rooted to the spot. Their eyes locked and she seemed unable to avert her gaze. He certainly wasn’t Merrit. He had smouldering dark eyes, a strong, square jaw and his black hair hung in short curls. “Who are you?” she asked eventually, glancing around the room. “Where is Merrit?”

  “A friend.”

  “Ha! Anyone could say that. How do I know you weren’t sent by the Company?”

  “If I wi
shed you harm, I wouldn’t have brought you here. I could have cornered you at the bell tower.”

  She gaped. So, it must have been him that she heard, his eyes she’d felt on her. She started backing away from him.

  “Khaya, please,” he said, holding his hands up. “Hear me out. You are in danger.”

  “Who are you?” she repeated.

  “Close the door – you don’t want the innkeeper overhearing us.”

  She glanced over her shoulder to see the man leaning over the counter, trying to catch what they were saying.

  “Please,” he continued, “sit and I will explain everything.”

  She stood weighing her options before pushing the door closed and taking a seat that was both furthest away from this stranger and closest to the door. She sat on the edge of her chair, ready to bolt out at the first sign of danger. She folded her hands over her knees, her back straight and stiff. She waited for him to speak.

  “I know Merrit,” he said. “I know you were going to leave with him tonight.”

  She nodded slowly. “Where is he?”

  “I am sorry to be the one to tell you this,” he said, and her stomach tightened. “Merrit has been murdered.”

  She shook her head, her mouth gaping. “When?” She choked on this single word.

  “Some time today. I found him a short while ago.”

  “How did you know we were going to leave tonight?” Her mind reeled. If she’d only left with Merrit the previous night, he would still be alive. He was scared. He knew something was going to happen! And she made him stay. She clamped her teeth, fighting the knot in her throat.

  “As I said, I knew Merrit.”

  “You’re not an employee of the Company,” she said. “I know all the faces from the library.”

  “No. They’ve never tried to employ me.”

  For someone who was going to explain everything, he was keeping his cards pretty close to his chest. She swallowed her annoyance, forcing her face to stay blank. “The note in my pocket,” she murmured. “It must have been you. How – when – did you slip the note into my pocket?”