Master of Chains - Jess Lebow [110]
They were allies once. Liam had made them into enemies.
Ryder crossed the courtyard toward his brother. "Liam of Duhlnarim," he said as he approached. "I call you out." He grabbed one of the chains dangling from his shoulder and set it in motion.
Liam finished off the opponent he was fighting and looked back at his brother.
Ryder didn't wait for him to acknowledge the challenge. Swinging his chain, he let it fly at Liam's head. His brother stepped back, dodging the links with a quick weave.
Ryder stepped forward, pressing his advantage and coming in closer to Liam. This time though, he swung a chain with each hand. Again his brother stepped back, dodging out of the way.
"Ryder, what are you doing?'
"I'm killing you."
Liam pointed to the fight raging beside them. "Don't you see? The people of the Awl aren't what they seem."
Ryder swung his chain again. This time Liam had to bring his sword up to block it from slamming into his face.
"Propaganda," Ryder shouted, striking out again.
Liam bashed aside another attack. "I don't want to fight you. Just look, will you? They're vampires!"
"All I need to know is that you stole Samira!" Ryder went low, catching Liam by the foot and sending him sprawling.
Liam clattered to the ground and scrambled back to his feet. "I thought you were dead," screamed the younger of the two brothers. "I watched you fall in battle. I didn't think you were coming back."
"Well, here I am." Ryder shook his chains. "And I'm going to take back that which belongs to me." Again he attacked Liam.
This time Liam fought back, smashing aside the chain and countering.
"That's more like it," said Ryder through gritted teeth. "Let's see what she's worth to you."
Liam's eyes narrowed. "She's worth dying for." He lunged, feinting to the right then changing back to the left-a move Ryder had taught him many years ago.
The blade spanked off of the links of Ryder's armor.
"Nice form," said Ryder. "But you'll have to do better than that if you intend to stop me from killing you."
Liam lunged again. This time, Ryder slapped the blade away harmlessly with a pair of chains and followed through with another that slammed into Liam's arm.
Liam winced from the blow and took a step back, rolling his shoulder.
"Hurts, don't it?"
Liam ignored him. "I never meant for any of this to happen," he said. "Can't you believe me?"
Ryder shook his head. "No. I can't." He stepped up to take another swing at his brother.
A dark shadow flashed in front of Ryder, and in the next moment, he found himself struggling to stay on his feet. Some foul-smelling creature now clung to his shoulders and neck, its feet pressed against his back as if it were using him like a perch.
Ryder couldn't see the beast, but he could see the one clinging to Liam. It looked so strange. About the size of a man, it stood atop Ryder's younger brother at an odd angle, clutching his back. Somehow the creature, whatever it was, looked familiar, as if it were someone he knew.
Then a terrible chill ran up his spine. He did know this creature-this man. He was a farmer who had lived in Furrowsrich. He was a member of the Crimson Awl. As Ryder watched, the man opened his mouth, revealing long sharp fangs, and he tried to bite down on Liam.
What was happening here? This wasn't right.
Liam had been telling the truth-the Awl had been infiltrated, or worse, sucked dry and turned into vampires. His brother had tried to tell him, but Ryder had been blinded by his jealousy and rage.
Sorrow filled Ryder's chest. He had let these people in here, had let the vampires into Zerith Hold. Many men were going to die because of this, including his brother.
Truly, that was what Ryder had wanted when he escaped his bonds. He had stepped out of the dungeon with every intention of ending Liam's life.
But he'd felt that way before, when they were children. He would get so mad at his younger brother that the urge to kill would well up inside