Alex Lidell - The Cadet of Tildor

He extended a hand to help her up. “You’re weak.”

The string broke. Renee bowed quickly, hiding her face.

“That wasn’t fair, sir.” Alec stood by the door, his hands buried deep in his pockets and shoulders slouched as if bracing against a storm. He lifted his face. “You’re not treating her fairly.”

“Fair gets you killed.” Savoy dusted sand from his hands. “Your friend thinks she can do the same things you do.” He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “She’s wrong.”

In Renee’s head, her father nodded with satisfaction. No amount of training turns a cockroach into a wolf. Her fist tightened around her scar. She should have died with her mother at the Family’s hands, but she had not. She was a fighter cadet for a reason. She would be a Servant. And she would correct weaker muscles, not surrender to them. She would beat the boys on their terms. She just needed to work harder.

“He’s an unreasonable horse’s ass.” Alec pushed a branch out of the way, letting Renee walk ahead of him down Rock Lake Path. The wind whispered in the canopy above them, as if wishing to weigh in with its own opinion. They were just past a month into the school year, the air only slightly cooler, yet the summer days of liberty already seemed far gone. “He tries to break you.”

“He tries to see whether I’ll break. That’s different.”

“He’s singling you out.”

Renee angled to face him. “Last year, the Seventh rescued three hostages from the Family, found five weapon caches, and tracked down an unregistered mage on the Vipers’ payroll. And that’s just from the missions we know of. If the commander of the Seventh wishes to single me out, he’s welcome to do it.”

“He—” Alec cut off as noise reached them from the lake below.

“Madam is displeased,” said a low voice. “Your pup lost. Payment came due three days ago.”

“Tell her to credit it against the next win,” answered a whiny tenor that Renee recognized as Tanil’s. A slap sounded, and the whine turned to a whimper.

Madam, pups, payment . Tanil was betting on Predators ? The Vipers forced their captives to fight for sport, and here a Servant cadet was actually laying wagers to line the criminals’ pockets? Renee was incredulous. King Lysian had spoken of the disease of crime, and here it was, lurking on Academy grounds.

Alec’s hand tightened on Renee’s shoulder. “Don’t.” He sighed, attempting a reasonable tone. “What will you accomplish besides earning yourself enemies?”

She detangled his grip. “Bear witness and report them.”

“On what evidence? Did you see what happened when the Crown tried it?”

He meant the Viper attacks terrorizing Atham ever since Lysian’s arrest decrees. The Crown took decisive action, and criminals responded with violence, trying to cow the king into passivity. It wouldn’t work. There or here.

“I need time,” Tanil protested. “No. Wait. Look here.” There was a rustling sound of a bag opening.

The voice laughed. “Put that away. In lack of coin, Madam will again accept information. That much you can scrape up, can’t you? The Family must have another corn merchant somewhere. One week.” Twigs crackled under receding footsteps.

If she hurried, she might catch up. Renee shoved passed Alec and headed toward the sound in the woods.

“Gods,” he whispered under his breath, but came up beside her.

They made it several paces when a child’s shriek stalled their retreat.

“Filthy spy!” Tanil shouted.

There was a splash. A yelp. Then growling. The noises sounded in rapid succession, freezing Renee in place. Taking a breath, she turned again and sprinted down the hill—

And skidded to a halt in the middle of the beach, where a large white dog bared his teeth at Tanil. He backed away, his eyes glued on the salivating fangs. Meanwhile, in the water, Diam struggled to keep from drowning. Rock Lake had no waves, but its banks dropped abruptly close to the shore, creating deep, hidden pools. The boy’s choking made a sickening harmony to the dog’s low rumble.

Teeth flashed in the sunlight. The dog crouched, ready to pounce on Tanil.

“Khavi, down!” Alec shouted, stumbling onto the sand while Renee dove into the lake.

Air caught in her chest, and her head rang from the cold as she lifted her head and took her bearings. On her right, Diam flailed, sucking in more water than air. She swam toward him. Boots dragged in the water and she reached the boy just when the lake closed over his head. “Diam! Take my hand!”

The boy seized her like a python. And pulled her down.

She screamed for him to let go but he held on, squeezing with all the strength his thin arms allowed. Drawing a breath, Renee dove under and twisted to pry off the boy’s hold. Ice water poured into her ears. Her leg cramped. Finally, and much too slowly, Diam’s grip failed under the pressure and she maneuvered them both to shore.

“What . . . in . . . the Seven Hells?” She braced her hands on her knees, gasping between words while Diam coughed his way back to consciousness.

“That mad animal attacked me!” Tanil pointed to Khavi, who snarled despite Alec’s grip on the collar. It was a good accusation, and one Tanil’s bleeding calf supported. The Academy frowned on pets and would not tolerate dangerous ones.

“That’s not what happened.” Diam wiped his mouth and rose to his feet. “You grabbed me!”

“Shut your trap.”

“Shut yours,” said Renee.

Tanil’s eyes snapped to her, then to Alec. He winked at the latter and stuck his hand inside a pocket. Something crinkled, like dry leaves breaking against each other. “Go back to the barracks,” he said, still looking at Alec. “I scratched myself on the rocks. No harm done.”

Alec sniffed the air and paled. “Let’s go, Renee.” He reached for her shoulder.

She jerked away. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, but he would not meet her gaze. “He torments a boy half his age and you want to walk away?”

“Renee. Let it be,” Alec repeated.

Tanil grinned.

She cocked her fist.

The grin froze on Tanil’s face. “You don’t wish to do that.” He reached into his coat and threw a small sack onto the sand. Veesi leaf, the lifeblood of the Family business, spilled from the open top. “If we return with bruises, Master Verin will ask all sorts of questions, won’t he, Alec? And we all know what will happen if Verin catches you with veesi again.”

Alec’s pallor turned green.

Renee’s eyes widened at the shameless lie. Alec hadn’t touched the stuff in years. “None will believe you,” she said, stepping next to her friend. “Our word will count over yours.”

“Will it?”

Alec cringed. “Tanil’s right. I’m the only one who’s ever been caught. They’ll never believe it wasn’t mine.” He lowered his eyes and added quietly, for Renee’s ears alone, “And I can’t have them search my room. You shouldn’t have pushed it.”

Her stomach sank. “You promised me, Alec. Bloody gods. You promised.” She looked at him a few seconds longer, wondering how she could have missed the signs. Her ignorance stung as much as his lie. She turned toward Tanil. Her arm ached to punch his smug face. “Go.” She stuck her hands inside soggy trouser pockets. “Go care for your scratch.”

Tanil collected his bag of filth and offered a mocking bow before departing.

She stood silently, watching him disappear from view, then walked to Diam. The boy shivered, wet, sandy clothing sticking to him in patches. She needed to get him warm, to get them both warm. “Let’s go up.”