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figure entered from the opposite corner and approached them. Eliana curled her fingers aroundher dagger, her blood racing.
    The clouds shifted; moonlight washed the yard clean.
    Eliana’s heart stuttered and sank.
    Quill. It had to be him. There was the faint limp in his gait, from a wound sustained during the invasion.
    And there, waiting for him, were a woman and three small children.
    Harkan swore under his breath. He pointed at the children, signed with his hand. Heand Eliana had engineered a silent code years ago, when she first started hunting alone after Rozen’s injury. He had insisted she not go by herself, and so he had learned to hunt and track, to kill, to turn on their own people and serve the Empire instead—all for her.
    No , came his message. Abort.
    She knew what he meant. The children weren’t part of this job. Quill was one thing, but theidea of handing innocent children over to the Lord of Orline… It wouldn’t sit well with Harkan.
    Honestly, it didn’t with Eliana either.
    But three rebels waited at the courtyard’s shadowed entrance: Quill’s escort and protectors. There was no time, and it was too big a risk to spare the family. She and Harkan had to move quickly.
    She shook her head. Take them , she signed back.
    Harkan drew a too-loud breath; she heard the furious sadness in it.
    Below, Quill’s head whipped toward them.
    Eliana jumped off the roof, landed lightly, rolled to her feet. Thought, briefly, how it was a terrible shame that she couldn’t sit back and watch herself fight. Surely it looked as good as it felt.
    Quill drew a dagger; the mother fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Quill pushedhis hood back. Middle-aged, ruddy-faced, and intelligent in the eyes, he had a serenity to him that said, I fear not death, but surrender.
    Four seconds later, Eliana had kicked his bad leg out from under him, relieved him of his knife, struck the back of his head with the hilt. He did not rise again.
    She heard Harkan land behind her, followed by rapid footsteps as the other rebels rushedinto the courtyard. Together she and Harkan had them down in moments. She whirled and flung her dagger. It hit the wooden courtyard door, trapping the eldest child in place by his cloak.
    The others froze and burst into tears.
    Their mother lay glassy-eyed on the ground in a bed of rotting petals. One of the rebel’s daggers protruded from her heart.
    Eliana yanked it free—another bladefor her arsenal. She wondered why the rebels had killed the woman. To protect themselves?
    Or to grant her mercy they knew she would not otherwise receive.
    “Fetch the guard,” Eliana ordered, searching the mother for valuables. She found nothing except for a small idol of the Emperor, crafted from mud and sticks, no doubt kept on her person in case an adatrox patrol stopped her for a search.The idol’s beady black eyes glittered in the moonlight. She tossed it aside. The children’s sobs grew louder. “I’ll stay with them.”
    Harkan paused, that sad, tired look on his face that made her hackles rise because she knew he hoped it would change her, one of these days. Make her better. Make her good again.
    She lifted an eyebrow. Sorry, Harkan. Good girls don’t live long.
    Then heleft.
    The eldest child watched Eliana, arms around his siblings. Some impulse stirring deep inside her urged her to let them go, just this once. It wouldn’t hurt anything. They were children; they were nothing.
    But children couldn’t keep their mouths shut. And if anyone ever found out that the Dread of Orline, Lord Arkelion’s pet huntress, had let traitors run free…
    “We were afraidthe bad men would take her too,” the boy said simply. “That’s why we wanted to leave.”
    The bad men. A tiny chill skipped up Eliana’s neck. The masked men from the docks?
    But the boy said no more than that. He did not even try to run.
    Smart boy , Eliana thought.
    He knew he would not get far.
    • • •
    The next afternoon, Eliana stood on a