Hunted: The Warrior Chronicles #2 Read Online Free

Officer wanted was someone Xandre wanted. Xandre would want those who would fuel his war effort in some way. She knew that person needed to be on her side, or dead. There was no middle ground. Not when dealing with someone as smart and cunning as Xandre, the man who titled himself the Being Supreme. He could turn even the most devoted enemy to his side with his lies and manipulations.
    Rohnan led the way through the paths of the camp, staying to the dark places and slinking further into the shadows when they encountered a guard or random wanderer. As they approached a large tent faintly lit with a flickering glow, Rohnan slowed and stepped into a pool of black beside a tent across the way. He crouched and stared at the nearest guard, a Sarsher .
    “There are four guards—two on the outside, and two sit within. Sometimes there is a Sarsher with him. Like now.” Rohnan let a knee fall to the ground to better stabilize himself.
    Shanti squatted next to him. “Why only one Sarsher , I wonder? And he doesn’t have much power. Are the other Sarshers in the camp stronger?”
    “Most, yes, but his Sarsher guards don’t have a lot of power, no more than half your former power. It seems your power is greater now, though…”
    “My power found a mate. Long story, though no longer as shocking after hearing about the Chosen coming forward. My power increases greatly when I use it in tandem with his, and only has a small boost when I’m away from him. I don’t know why the extra strength remains if he’s not nearby, but… it does.”
    “It’s a succinct mating. Only a few can ever find such a mate…”
    “I hope you learned that on your travels, instead of keeping information like that from me.” Shanti shifted, readying a knife. “But, now’s not the time. The guards look half-asleep. This should be easy enough.”
    “Agreed. But, whenever there is a man on your mind, you become violent. I want a weapon before this conversation.”
    “There is no man on my mind,” she said. “Are we ready?”
    “Yes, Chosen.”
    “I’m not the Chosen. I’ll take the one on the far side.”
    “Yes, Chosen.”
    Shanti had time to scoff before reality smacked her. “Will this prisoner resist us?”
    “I have no idea. I guess we’ll find out.”
    “Let me compliment you on your preparedness, Rohnan. It really is awe-inspiring.” Shanti straightened and started forward with quick but light feet. Rohnan was behind her a moment later, his knife twirling in his fingers.
    It took two full seconds for the guards to realize someone was attacking. By then, Shanti had her knife in a guard’s neck and her hand clamped over his mouth. Rohnan was just as fluid, sliding the knife between the man’s ribs deadening the sound just as effectively. Both bodies dropped to the ground in a lifeless slide.
    Rohnan ducked into the tent first. Shadow cascaded over him, and then swallowed him up. Shanti stepped in right behind. She heard a grunt to the right where Rohnan was dispatching a guard, and felt the mind of another guard to her left. Before the guard could raise his hand or shout, Shanti’s knife found a home in his neck. Blood splattered her face.
    “Ugh,” she grunted, wiping her arm across her face as she turned.
    Even though it was the middle of the night, an older man sat on his bed in the corner of the tent. A high and gaping tear in the tent let the moonlight spill over the side of his curly hair and across a shoulder. His hands rested in his lap with fingers laced together.
    Despite having just witnessed the violent death of two of his guards he sat with a straight back and placid expression. In contrast, his mind was spinning with emotions, each flitting by so fast Shanti couldn’t pick up any of them. They weren’t his real feelings—it was clearly some sort of mental defense.
    “Come.” Rohnan said in a common Southern Region language. He held out his hand to the man. “We friend.”
    “You’re terrible with languages,