Lori Lee - Gates of Thread and Stone

“What makes you think I did anything? I’m his boss, not his babysitter.”

“You almost fired him the last time he was late. His shift started hours ago, he’s not here, and you don’t seem to mind.”

“Maybe I gave him the day off.”

“You’re lying,” I said, slamming my fist against the desk. Reev had never been given a day off in all the years he’d worked for Joss.

For a long moment, Joss stared at me.

“All right,” he said, tilting his head and jutting out his chin. “If you want to know so badly, I sold him.”

I repeated the word in my mind— sold , sold , sold —but I didn’t understand its meaning. “What?”

“You know, exchanged for credits,” he said slowly, as if I was an idiot. “Peddled. Bartered. Pitched.”

“To who ?” How was this possible?

“The Black Rider. Ever heard of him?”

The Black Rider wasn’t real; he wasn’t—

“Gave me a price I couldn’t turn down. I’m a businessman, after all. I know how to spot a deal.” His eyes trailed down my body.

I crossed the room in an instant. The guard grabbed me. I thrashed, fists aiming for whatever they could reach. I could see only Joss. The smug curve of his mouth. His eyes on me. Gloating.

Something dark and wild twisted inside me.

“Calm down, Kai,” the guard said, his soft voice countered by his hands like steel binding me. “This won’t end well for you.”

“I’ll kill you. I’ll drekking kill you!”

The guard grabbed my flailing wrists and secured them both in one hand. He clamped his arm around my shoulders and chest, lifting me and pinning me against him. Joss watched me struggle, taking a languid sip from his bottle.

I immediately stopped. He enjoyed seeing me like this. My heart raced, pounding against the arm that held me immobile.

“You know, I was willing to give you time,” Joss said, leaning close. “Time to realize that working for me was your best option now that big brother’s gone. But I’m glad you came back. Expedited the process, so to speak. And let’s not kid ourselves here. I know you want this.” His breath was thick and cloying against my cheek. “I’ve seen it in your eyes. You’ve thought about it.”

I spit in his face.

At first, he did nothing. Then pain burst in my jaw, my head knocking into the guard’s shoulder. My vision blurred. I could hear a low buzzing laughter.

I groaned and blinked. My face throbbed. Only the arm around me kept me upright.

“Didn’t know you had a temper,” Joss said, leaning close again.

His fingers dug into my chin. I couldn’t stop the tiny moan of pain that slipped past my mouth.

“Look at your pretty face. Now we’ll have to wait for you to heal up. But we’ll open the bidding in the meantime. Those eyes ought to intrigue a good number of clients—never seen blue that pale before. And you’ll need some training.”

It was taking way too long for the spinning to stop. I squeezed my eyes shut, senses extending around me. My mind skipped across the threads, waiting. Time vibrated against me, as if in anticipation. But the guard still had me pinned. I wasn’t sure I could break his hold even with time slowed.

The front door opened. Maybe if I shouted for help—but if it was a customer, I doubted he’d care. If anything, he’d probably start the bidding.

“KAI?”

Avan! I spun my head around, the sudden motion making my jaw ache. I craned my neck, twisting my body, but I couldn’t see past the guard’s burly shoulder. What was he doing here?

The guard turned. I saw a dark shape, then there was the crack of knuckles meeting cheekbone, and the arm around me slackened.

My mind jumped at the threads. Time crawled. I dropped to a crouch, wrenching my wrists free. Then I spun around and kicked out at Joss.

My grip on the threads slipped. Time flew forward. My foot smashed into Joss’s knee, and he went down in a tumble of limbs. His head smacked the floor. I grabbed for time.

Everything slowed again. Behind me, Avan and the guard grappled. My fingers wrapped around the neck of Joss’s fallen liquor bottle. I brought it up in an arc just as time rushed forward. The bottle shattered against the guard’s head. Glass spewed through the air, so rapidly that the shards looked like an explosion of lights.

Pain sliced through my cheek. I whirled, diving for cover as a crash rang out behind me. I’d managed to knock out the guard.

I remained where I was, breathing hard. My body trembled. Warm hands gripped my arm. The touch was gentle, but I flinched anyway as Avan helped me to my feet. He peered down at me, his fingers sweeping along my bruised jaw and brushing glass out of my hair. I shuddered again, but for a different reason.

“Kai, did you—” He looked from me to the men sprawled on the floor.

The way he spoke my name, combined with the look in his eyes—intense, questioning, uncertain—made me realize. He’d seen it. He’d felt it.

I couldn’t deal with that right now. I reached for my bag, ready to run. “Why did you follow me?”

A strangled gasp came from the hall. We both looked to find a woman gaping down at the mess on the floor, her hand pressed to her barely covered cleavage.

“Come on,” Avan said, touching my waist.

“You’re Reev’s sister?” the woman whispered.

I gave her a closer look. She was young, with hair as smooth and white as milk. My skin was pale, but hers was ivory. Her only spots of color were a black streak through her hair and bright-red lips that shone wetly, as if she’d painted them with blood.

Her eyes were like polished metal, framed by snowy lashes. She looked familiar. Maybe I’d seen her here before. But I was pretty sure I’d remember.

I crossed the lobby, stepping over the glass. The woman shied away, her gauzy robe fluttering around her thighs. Her hands braced against the wall, and her long hair shielded her face.

“Did you see what happened to him? Or where they took him?” I asked.

She kept her face averted. I studied her delicate profile. She probably made Joss a lot of credits.

“Reev,” she murmured.

I didn’t like the way she said his name. Like a plea. Like a wish. Was every prostitute here in love with him?

“He didn’t talk much, but he didn’t treat me like spoiled meat.”

My nails dug into my palms. I knew how much my brother was worth. “Did you see what happened to him or not?”

“Yes,” she whispered to the wall. “There were people. . . . They moved like shadows. They drove something metal against the back of his neck and”—a shiver ran through her thin arms—“and he seized up. Passed out. They took him.”

I couldn’t breathe. I stepped back clumsily, glass skidding beneath my boots. My foot bumped Joss’s leg, and I glared down at him. He was still knocked out. Fury blazed beneath my skin. I should throw him in the riv—

“Kai.” Avan touched my side. His fingers curved against my ribs.

I jerked away. If this woman liked Reev so much, she should’ve done something to help him. “Do you know who they were? Did you see the Black Rider?” I asked her.

“I didn’t see any faces, but I think I know someone who might know something.” She bit her lip. “Wait for me.”

She disappeared down the hall, her feet silent on the dingy wood.

I looked at Avan. He surveyed the bodies on the floor. Probably thinking the same thing I was: they wouldn’t be out for much longer.

“Do you think they’re telling the truth? That the Black Rider is real?” For the longest time, I had scorned that name. It had been nothing but a pathetic joke. Now, I didn’t know what to think. People who moved like shadows?