Steel's Edge by Ilona Andrews Page B

work with the blade, he viewed it as a diversion. Sophie had never taken her lessons seriously before, neither from her own father nor from her sister. He thought she would get bored. He had no idea.
    Her self-hate grew and matured into steely determination. He saw it in Sophie’s face every morning when she picked up her sword to meet him in practice. He was running out of things to teach her. One day, she would decide she was good enough, take her blade, and go hunting instead. He wouldn’t be able to stop her, so he had chosen to beat her to the punch. What he was doing wasn’t revenge, but justice. The world had failed Sophie by allowing slavers to exist. He had failed her by letting her suffer at their hands. He hoped to restore her faith in both.
    A woman walked out of the forest. She was tall, about five-foot-eight, and pale. Mud splattered her faded jeans. Her lavender T-shirt had a scoop neckline and was smudged with something dark, dirt or possibly soot. Her blond hair rested on top of her head in a loose knot. Her mouth was full, her eyes were wide and round, and the line of her jaw was soft and feminine. She was beautiful, refined, but iced over by a lack of emotion and an eerie, unnatural calm.
    Their stares connected. Every cell in his body went on alert. He couldn’t see her eye color from this distance, but he was sure her eyes were gray.
    She was real.
    His stomach tightened in alarm.
What are you doing here? Run. Run before they see you.
    The conversation died. The slavers stared.
    Crow picked up his rifle and rolled into a crouch.
    â€œNow that’s what I call free merchandise,” Voshak murmured from his perch on a fallen log.
    â€œThere are no towns around here,” Crow said quietly. “Where did she come from? I say shoot her now.”
    â€œWhat’s your hurry?” Voshak leaned forward. “No gun, no knife. If she could flash, she would’ve hit us by now.”
    â€œI don’t like it,” Crow said. “She might be with him.”
    Voshak glanced at the cage. Richard turned to look him in the eye, and the slaver captain shrugged.
    â€œHunter is the Weird’s animal. She’s wearing jeans. And if she’s with him, then he’ll enjoy watching me fuck her brains out.” Voshak raised his voice. “Hey, sweetheart! Are you lost?”
    The woman didn’t answer. She was still looking at him, and her eyes told Richard she wasn’t lost. No, she was exactly where she wanted to be. She had some sort of plan. How did she get here?
    â€œWhere are you from?” Voshak asked. “Talk to me. Are your folks worried about you?”
    The woman said nothing.
    â€œShe’s mute,” someone offered.
    â€œA pretty woman who doesn’t talk. My God, we can charge double.” Voshak grinned.
    Appreciative laughter from half a dozen throats rang out.
    â€œI don’t like it,” Crow repeated.
    â€œI’ve seen this before.” Pavel spat into the fire. “She’s a loonie.”
    â€œWhat’s a loonie?” A younger slaver asked.
    â€œAn Edger or someone from the Broken,” Voshak said. “Sometimes they blunder halfway through the boundary into the Weird and get stuck. Not enough magic to go either way. Eventually, the boundary spits them out, but they’re not quite right after that. The lights are on, but nobody’s driving. They just wander around until they starve to death.”
    â€œToo much magic.” Pavel waved his hand around his ear. “Fries their brains right up.”
    â€œI don’t—” Crow began.
    â€œYes, we know. You don’t like it.” Voshak grimaced and turned it into a smile. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” the slaver captain called out. “We’ll take good care of you. You come sit by me.” He petted the log next to him.
    The woman didn’t move.
    â€œCome on.” Voshak winked at her. “It’s all