"Leaving Dohru by Jonathan L Fesmire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fesmire Jonathan L)

Garum held up the gloves. "I found this in Aseris's shed. I'd swear he killed Maroa, but I don't know why. I remember them fighting last week, something about Maroa not wanting to do some dangerous magic for him, but -- "

"Get -- " She began loudly.

Garum slammed his palm over her mouth. "Divine from them. There's blood here . . . see the cloth? See the spots? You should be able to use that."

Roasa pulled away with wide eyes, smashing her lips together. After a moment, she nodded slowly and took the gloves. She backed into the house with Garum following.

Roasa sat at the table and lit the candle in its center. Across from her, Garum sat with his own nervousness.

_I wish she would just believe,_ Vayin thought, _but now she'll see her sister's murder._

Garum nodded. With her eyes closed, Roasa touched her fingertips to the blood. Her face wrinkled and her arms shook, but she began caressing the cloth. After a moment, a tear streaked down her cheek. Her eyes opened wide and she leaped away from the gloves.

"I'm sorry . . ." She held the back of her chair for support. "Garum, I -- I'm so sorry . . ."

He stood and took her arm. "What did you see?"

"I didn't recognize the woman -- "

"Woman? No, it must have been Aseris."

"It was a woman . . ." She choked back a sob. "I can't believe it . . . she killed my sister . . ."

Garum heard a thump from Maroa's study. Roasa jerked around.

"I'll look," Garum said.

"You can't. Look at you, bruised -- "

"Don't forget, I'm not alone. I'll be fine." Garum squeezed her shoulder and left through the front door. He crept around the house to the study door.

_Garum, shift with me now! You're too tired and you know it._

_I'm fine._ He felt energy coursing through him as his heartrate picked up.

_You're not!_

Garum stepped through the door. On the other side of the study, about twenty feet away, a man sat at Maroa's desk. A candle burned beside him, and he turned the page of a book. His shadow flickered across Garum and the walls, making the shelves and books quiver as though they brimmed with magic. Garum shook his head.

_It's Aseris!_ Vayin thought.

Garum stared. _Now, Vayin, shift with me! I didn't expect . . ._

Aseris turned.

For a moment he froze, but then stood and faltered, nearly falling. Pushing fear aside, Garum sprung at him. Garum did not care if someone else had killed Maroa; Aseris had rallied the town against Vayin and him.

Aseris moved swiftly, drawing his sword and lunging.