Foul Heart Huntsman (Foul Lady Fortune, #2)

by Chloe Gong

Silas could feel his pulse pounding in his throat. It wasn’t as if he was nervous. It was hard to describe what he was, because the culmination of so much work was cresting to this result in front of him, yet if he were honest with himself, he wasn’t sure what this result would bring him. Priest’s capture wouldn’t be any help getting Orion back anymore. Priest’s capture alone couldn’t help them win the civil war. He needed to see her. That was all. He needed to know that he had a purpose in this city, and he was capable of achieving it. Silas walked toward the cell. The radio in his hands buzzed. “Shepherd, report.” A burst of static. He ignored it. Priest was in the corner. Dressed in black, just as his friends had been when they broke in too. “Hello,” he said. “You will have to forgive me for deceiving you like this. It was a matter of necessity.” “I could have.” Priest’s voice was a shock. Much sweeter than he expected. Much more… familiar than he could have guessed. She still had her back to him, facing the corner of the cell. “But is this the worst that you’ve done?” “Shepherd. Shep… come in… Shepherd?” Silas turned the radio off, sheer incomprehension slowing his movements. He knew this silhouette. He knew exactly who was standing before him. There had been a mistake. They had caught the wrong person, made a mix-up inside the facility when the soldiers were pursuing intruders. Silas gripped the bars. “Don’t worry,” he said in a rush. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you out.” ...