Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Soon, Sarya. I promise.
We meet up in the hall, and I watch her brush crumbs off the corners of her mouth as we approach the front of the dormitory. “So where are we heading today?”
I’ve thought about that for a bit. I open the front door, glancing over at her. “We’ll see if we can get on one of the obstacle courses and take it at a more forgiving pace….”
I trail off as the door opens and reveals Hawk, his fist up as if he was about to knock on the door. He blinks at the two of us and then grins. “Well, this is fortuitous.”
“Is it?” I ask. I’m curious as to what’s going on and why he’d be on our doorstep so early, but I’m also slightly annoyed, because whatever it is, I suspect it means I’m not going to get to spend time with Gwenna.
And I don’t trust anyone else to watch her closely enough to keep her safe.
Hawk doesn’t notice my shitty mood. He just grins and cocks his head, indicating the buildings behind him. “I need several strong backs to dig out Drop Seventeen. No one’s injured or in the tunnel, but the path is collapsed and there’s a team scheduled to descend there on Firstday. Head Guild Master Rooster is paying double time to any Taurians who want to make a bit of coin, and I thought of you.”
Ah. Normally I’d be glad, because these kinds of jobs are how Taurians make coin on the side. We’re the backbone of the guild and do all the heavy lifting. But digging in the tunnels means that Gwenna can’t go. Then again, why not? If I’m there to supervise her, what’s the harm? “I’m a fledgling,” I point out to him. “Does that matter?”
“Not to me. And if it bothers Master Jay when he returns, I’ll tell him it was my idea,” Hawk offers. “I’ve also got Osprey and Gyrfalcon, but I could really use more.”
I nod to my friend. “I’ll go…but I need Gwenna to come along.”
Hawk does a double take. “What?” His gaze flicks over to her and then to me. “I don’t think—”
“If you say she can’t come because she’s a fledgling, I’ll remind you that I’m one, too.” I give him my most cheerful grin. “And she’s not going to wander off, because she’s got a brain. She needs experience in the tunnels, and what better time than for her to go with several veteran Taurians?”
Gwenna’s mouth drops open. “You want me to dig?”
“No, I want you to hold the lamp and our canteens and basically observe,” I point out. “I promised I’d keep you at my side all weekend, and that means now, too.”
Her jaw snaps shut and she glances over at Hawk. “I don’t want to be a bother….”
“You always say that, and you never are,” I reassure her before Hawk can reply. “And if it’s a problem, Hawk will just have to find others to help him. My priority is spending time with you and helping you get ready for the tests. That hasn’t changed. This will be excellent on-site training, if you ask me.”
And I look at Hawk, daring him to object.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, do I get to speak now? Since you’ve already decided everything?”
I grin at my friend. “She won’t be a problem. Gwenna’s excellent at hiding in the fringes.”
I’ll keep her safe…and keep an eye on her. If she’s the thief, she won’t have time to plot. And if she isn’t, then it’s for the best that she stick with me anyhow. Really, this is better than an obstacle course.
When Hawk throws his hands up, I know I’ve won. “Come on,” Hawk says. “There’s a lot of digging to be done between now and Firstday.”
Twenty-One
Gwenna
Are you certain this is a good idea?” I race after Raptor as we head into the designated “drop” area at the far end of the walled-off guild quarters.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Raptor strides ahead of me, a pack, a shovel, and a pickaxe strapped to his broad back. A few steps ahead, four other Taurians are walking together, all of us headed for the same location. They all take huge steps, and I’m forced to jog to keep up with them.
“Because Master Jay is going to lose his mind if he finds out we’ve been noodling about in the tunnels! We’re not allowed!”
He pauses and I practically run into him. “Incorrect.”
“What’s incorrect?”
“The rules state that fledglings are not given work permits for the tunnels. No one will let you work without a work permit, so it’s moot.” He takes the two enormous canteens that are slung over my arm and pulls them over his head, shouldering their heavy weight easily. “And you’re not working anyhow. You’re observing. I’m the one who’s working.”