Alex Bledsoe - Burn Me Deadly: An Eddie Lacrosse Novel, Book 2

Burn Me Deadly

BOOKS BY
ALEX BLEDSOE

Blood Groove

The Sword-Edged Blonde

ALEX BLEDSOE

AN EDDIE LACROSSE NOVEL

A Tom Doherty Associates Book
New York

2009016458

SPECIAL THANKS TO :

Marlene Stringer and Barbara Bova
Tom Doherty and Paul Stevens
Jason and Jeremy
Grace West
and Valette, Jake and Charlie

Burn Me Deadly

chapter

ONE

T

he blonde dashed out of the darkness into the moonlight, right in front of me.

My horse, Lola, tried to bolt in surprise. I yanked on the reins and drew her up short. She reared and nearly threw me, but I held on and turned her away so she wouldnt trample the woman. We spun for a moment like a trick rider in a show, kicking up dust on the dry, deserted road. Then she found her footing; I pulled the reins tight and managed to regain control.

The cloud raised by our near accident momentarily obscured the woman. As it dissipated, I got a good look at her. She was young, with leaves and twigs tangled in her hair. She wore only an oversize mans jacket that hung past her hands and thighs. Scratches laced her slender legs and dirty, bloody feet. She stood with her eyes closed, face screwed up and arms covering her head as she anticipated the impact.

My voice was higher than normal when I demanded, What the hell , lady? You couldve killed us both!

She opened her eyes and stared at my horse for a long, silent moment. Unscrunched, her moonlit features were very attractive. Wow, she said softly, that was close.

No kidding, I snapped, still battling Lolas skittishness. The mare tossed her head and snorted, not convinced that all the danger had passed. If only Id been as smart.

The womans dirty face showed marks of recent tears. She grabbed Lolas bridle and said, Please, sir, I have to get away from here. She looked over her shoulder toward the dark woods from which shed emerged. Im in terrible danger.

Uh-huh, I said dubiously. I followed her gaze and saw nothing, but unsnapped the catch on my scabbard just in case. Muscodia was still a pretty uncivilized country, and this road ran for miles through the dense, sparsely inhabited woods between Neceda and Tallega. At this time of night a lot of nefarious things could happen with no one the wiser, and I was too old and too experienced to fall for the frightened-damsel-as-bait bit. How about you tell me what youre doing out here undressed like that?

She met my skepticism with a well-practiced imitation of a hurt kitten: she dropped her chin, raised her eyes and pulled her mouth into a tiny pout. I think her lower lip even trembled. Im in danger , sir. Please, Ill explain everything later, but right now, I must get away from here. She turned her head and moonlight fell on the marks of big fingers around her neck. Please. Look at me.

Your husband get mad at you?

I dont have a husband. The men who did this did other things as well, but those things... dont show.

I scowled. Id made an overnight run to a big manor house outside Tallega, delivering a sealed parchment and a bag of gold to some woman on behalf of a compromised nobleman. Shed taken the money, laughed at the note and slammed the door in my face. Her footmen made it abundantly clear I shouldnt wait for a reply. Now it was after midnight, and what I most wanted was to be home with Liz, in our nice soft bed with her nice soft body pressed against me. Also, every instinct screamed that this damsel was trouble the same way a hurricane was rain.

Still, I couldnt just leave her half-naked on a deserted road in the middle of the night. All right, climb on, I said wearily. I can take you into Neceda. Lola snorted with disapproval as I scooted back to make room for the girl on the saddle in front of me. She felt skinny and weak as she settled back, both her legs dangling off the left side, and clutched the saddle horn. I nudged the horse with my heels and we trotted off down the road.

The night was clear, and we stood out plainly on the road whenever the moon shone through the trees. I suppressed the urge to keep glancing behind us, or to spur Lola to a gallop. More than likely whoever had injured the girl was passed out drunk somewhere; if not, then I doubted theyd push for a confrontation. The kind of men who beat up women seldom had the stomach for a fair fight.

I said into my new companions ear, Okay, so whats going on? Who are you?

My name is Laura, she replied. Laura Lesperitt. And you?

Eddie LaCrosse.

Ah. She turned and looked back over her shoulder at me. The helpless maiden look had been replaced by something far more calculating. From one of the minor noble families in Arentia, then. If its the same LaCrosses.

She was right, but I saw no need to discuss it; Id burned those drawbridges years ago. You know a lot.

She nodded modestly. A little about a lot.

When she offered no further information, I prompted, And someone strangled you because... ?

Because I wouldnt tell them what they wanted to know.

And whats that?

Again she turned and looked up at me. The moon cast dark shadows that hid her eyes. Her smile was weak and sad. Oh, Mr. LaCrosse, you think you can help me, dont you? You think you can ride up and save me, like a knight in a childrens story. But these are bad, bad people. And if I tell you what they wanted to know, they might do the same thing to you to find it out.

They might try, I said.

My confidence made no impression. She turned away, looked out at the passing trees and pushed the jacket sleeves up past her elbows. A livid, fresh injury that looked like the touch of a heated iron marred the insides of both arms down to her palms. The pain mustve been awful. Her wrists were also rubbed raw and bloody from struggling against ropes or manacles. They carried me to a small house in the woods three days ago. They took my clothes and kept me in chains. But I had to get away before they made me tell, so I picked the lock when they werent around and fled. I stole thisshe indicated the jacket.from a farmhouse where everyone was sleeping.

Why didnt you ask the farmer for help?

Again the sad, wan smile. They had children. I didnt want their blood on my head if I was caught again.

But you dont mind mine.

She shrugged. Id prefer not. But I could live with it better.

And so youre not going to tell me what this is about?