Glint (Plated Prisoner Book 2)
Glint: Chapter 30

“You call that a block? My three-year-old niece could get through that shitty stance!”

Sweat is pouring down my face as I drop my aching arms with a glare sent in Judd’s direction. “I’m trying!”

He’s been dancing circles around me, smacking me around with a wooden sword, while I’ve tried and failed to block him.

He made me a smaller version of a fight circle by dragging his foot through the snow around us, and I’ve been getting my ass handed to me inside of it for well over two hours.

“You’re not trying hard enough,” he counters, coming to stop in front of me. “Where are your instincts? Did you drop them back in Highbell?”

I grit my teeth, wishing I could pluck his mustard-plant hair right from the roots. He grins in my flustered face, like he knows it.

Lu and Osrik are on the sidelines, just the four of us for the second night in a row. After my talk with Lu, I thought long and hard all day in the carriage.

By the time we stopped for the night, I was practically bouncing with nervousness. I wasn’t sure she’d go along with it, but when I asked if she’d help train me, she grinned and led the way, bringing Judd and Osrik along.

We’re careful though, making sure to train far away from camp, away from watching eyes. Tonight, there are only a couple of torches and the glow of a weak moon to light up our space, but it’s enough.

So far, only Judd has gotten into the fight circle with me. I have a feeling I couldn’t handle Lu and Osrik.

Lu, because she’s damn quick on her feet, and even though she’s smaller than Judd, I can tell she’s fierce. And Osrik…the man is a damn beast, and even though he seems to not hate me anymore, his scowl still scares me.

Right now, they’re both drinking on a shared fur outside the circle, calling out the occasional piece of advice, like, “Stop getting hit.”

Really helpful stuff.

“We’re way out here, freezing our asses off so that you can use your ribbons without being seen,” Judd points out with a shake of his head. “But you forget to use them every time.”

I stop to put my hands on my hips, stretching my chest so I can better catch my breath. I didn’t even know it was possible to be this overheated when I’m surrounded by ice.

“It’s not that I forget,” I explain. “I’ve just always taught myself to hide them and hold them back, ever since they sprouted when I was fifteen. It’s been ingrained into me.”

“Well, un-ingrain it!” Osrik barks out. See? Really helpful.

I shoot him a dry look. “Thanks, I’ll try that.”

Judd regains my attention by clapping his hands. He’s shirtless again, but I’m not going to complain, because the sight almost makes up for me getting thoroughly walloped.

“They’re your greatest asset, Gildy. You need to use them to your advantage.”

Sighing, I look down at the ground, the feeling of failure winding around me like threads on a spool. “I know.”

I hear heavy footsteps trod forward, and then Osrik is bearing down on me, scowl and all. “She just needs proper motivation.”

Without warning, he cocks back his fist and sends it flying forward, landing a brutal punch against my shoulder like solid stone launched from a catapult.

I’m knocked off my feet with the contact and fall on my ass in the snow, teeth gritted from the hit. “Ouch!” I snarl.

Osrik looks down at me without remorse, huge arms crossed in front of him like he’s bored. “That was my half-punch. You went down like a sack of rocks.”

“You hit like a sack of rocks,” I grumble.

I push up to my feet, my shoulder feeling like it nearly knocked right out of its socket. I roll it back tenderly with a wince on my face. “I’d hate to feel your full-punch.”

“Too bad, ’cause that’s next.”

My eyes widen as he raises his fist again, but before he can land a hit on my other shoulder, three of my ribbons snap up in response. They shoot out, wrapping around his wrist and forearm, their satin lengths gone firm as steel.

He tries to jerk away, but my ribbons don’t let his arm move an inch. His teeth gleam behind his bushy beard. “See? Motivated.”

Lu claps. “There you go, Gildy!”

I release a smug-looking Osrik, but my own lips twitch with pride that I finally managed to stop a hit.

“Alright, let’s stop for tonight,” Judd says, grabbing his shirt from the ground and tugging it on. “It’s freezing balls out here.”

Lu rolls her eyes as she comes over. “And they say women are the weaker sex. Men are only as strong as those sensitive dangly bits between their legs.”

I laugh, reaching down to scoop up a handful of untouched snow to stuff in my parched mouth. It feels heavenly, crunching through the flakes as they melt on my tongue, cooling my heated body.

“Interested in my dangly bits, are you?” Judd smirks at her.

“Only their whereabouts so I know where to aim my kick when you piss me off,” she drawls.

Both Judd and Osrik grimace, like they’re imagining her doing just that. She shoots me a wink.

The guys pick up the two torches they brought out here, while Lu plucks up the bottle of wine and fur before we all start the trek back to camp.

“Here you go, your ribbons earned it,” Lu says, passing me the bottle of wine.

“My ribbons earned it? Not me?”

“Yep. Your ribbons take charge when you’re threatened or pissed and you forget to hold them back. But you need to start taking charge of them. Have more control, learn how to use each one to your best advantage.”

Nodding, I lift the bottle to my lips and tip it back, gulping down the last bit of wine left at the bottom.

“You essentially have two dozen more limbs. You could really fuck shit up if you learn how to use them,” Judd says from my other side.

I feel my ribbons puff up slightly like they felt his ego stroke.

The last drop of wine lands on my tongue before I pull the bottle away and hold it at my side. “Isn’t this a little counterproductive for you guys?”

Lu looks over. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m technically your enemy, and you’re training me to fight.”

Judd nudges me slightly, but I flinch because I’m already bruised up from all the hits I didn’t block. He notices and grins. “You’re not our enemy.”

…Yet.

I hear the unsaid word from all three of them, an unspoken question that hovers in the frigid air, freezing into something solid but untouched.

“Why are you doing it, though?” I press. “If you know I’m going back?”

To him. Going back to him.

“I guess we’re just waiting to see how this plays out, Gildy Locks,” Lu says vaguely.

“You’re not ready for us, anyway,” Osrik says. “You can’t even take a little tap to the shoulder.”

I whip my head to the left to glare at him. “It was not a little tap.”

He shrugs. “You need to toughen up.”

No argument there.

“So, are you three the only members of Rip’s Wrath?” I ask curiously.

“First the enemy talk, and now you’re trying to suss out our secrets?” Judd asks with an arched brow.

I quickly shake my head. “Sorry. I was just curious. You don’t have to answer.”

He hums. “Enemies are usually much better at espionage than this, aren’t they?”

The other two nod in agreement.

My steps falter. “No, I swear, I’m not—”

All three of them laugh, cutting me off. “We’re just fucking with you,” Lu tells me.

I let out a breath of relief. “Oh.”

They chuckle a bit more…but I notice that none of them actually answer my question.

The four of us crest a shallow slope and then cross into the camp, still noisy with soldiers carrying on around their fires, crude tavern songs being sung from deep bass voices.

“More training soon, Gildy,” Judd calls.

“Yeah, and be better at it,” Osrik says.

I see Lu elbow him in the gut, hard enough that the monolith actually grunts and rubs his stomach.

With a smile, I break away from the three Wraths, feeling oddly energized despite how badly I just got my ass handed to me. With an idea sparking in my head, I veer away from my original direction and go in search of Keg.

I find him at his fire of course, but he’s done serving for the night and is propped up against a nearby tent with a harmonica at his mouth.

He’s blowing out a tune I don’t recognize—one that lilts, hard to keep up with his quick breaths. There are a dozen or so soldiers around him playing dice, but when Keg sees me, he pulls the instrument from his lips.

“Ho, Gildy!”

Smiling, I walk over to him. “You play really well.”

He nods. “I don’t just make amazing food.”

Someone nearby snorts. Keg chooses to ignore him.

I look down at the harmonica, at its polished surface. “Did you make that yourself?”

“No, my gramps did. He’s the one who taught me.”

“It’s beautiful,” I say, noting the engravings that resemble grains of wheat.

“Wanna have a go?” he offers, holding it up to me.

I shake my head. “I only play harp.”

A whistle shrills through his teeth. “Harp? Damn, that is fancy, castle girl.”

I won’t tell him that my harp was made of solid gold.

“Maybe one day I’ll hear you play,” he says, dropping his hand. “But if you’re not here for food or music, then to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was actually wondering if you could help me with something.”

His eyes grow curious. “Let’s hear it.”

“How hard would it be to scrounge up a makeshift bath?”

Keg’s black brows lift up as he shoves his spun hair over his shoulder. “A bath? In a traveling army?”

I shrug. “You’ve got the biggest soup pot around, so I figured if anyone knew how to make it happen, it would be you.”

He taps his finger to his lips in thought before jumping to his feet. “Alright, I got it. Come on.”

With an excited smile, I follow him through camp, and he leads me to the tent specifically set up to do laundry. Stepping beneath the tarp, I look around at the giant soaking trays, deep enough to fit a smaller person, long enough if they bend their knees. A smile curves my lips. “Keg, you’re a genius.” Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Cook, musician, genius,” he ticks off. “My attributes just grow and grow.”

A few of the soldiers using the space look over at us, and Keg snaps his fingers. “Ho there!” He points at a pair of them. “We need that tray.”

The soldiers frown, but they pull out their dripping wet clothes, still soapy, and toss them into the next tray over.

“Good, now we’re gonna need your help carrying it,” Keg says.

The soldiers share a confused look. “Carry it where?”

Keg looks over to me.

“Oh, umm, I’ll lead the way.”

The soldiers hesitate, but with another snap from Keg, they tip the large tin basin of water over, dumping it right outside the tent. When it’s empty, they lift it between them.

“Lead the way, Gildy,” Keg says.

Smiling, I grab a handful of cubed soap pieces from the ground and stuff them into my pocket. Then I hurry out with Keg beside me, the two soldiers dutifully following after us.

I pick the quickest way, having long since memorized the path. Keg frowns beside me. “Aren’t we going to your tent?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I say, “The bath isn’t for me.”

He shoots me a confused look but doesn’t say anything else as I make our way through camp, only stopping once we reach the saddles’ tent.

I point to the ground next to the crackling campfire. “You can set it there, please.”

The soldiers guarding the saddles look up in surprise. “What’s that for?”

My helpers set the tray down with a shrug and then walk away. The guards turn to me and Keg for an explanation.

“It’s for the saddles. So they can have a proper bath, wash their clothes, their hair…” I say.

The guards shake their heads. “I don’t think so.”

“It’s a bath,” I argue. “They aren’t criminals. Their only wrongdoing was being caught by the Red Raids, and then by you. They’ve been cooped up in that small tent and given only rags and snow to wash with,” I go on, my tone unrelenting. “So you two are going to help me fill this thing with snow, let it melt by the fire, and then you’re going to make it so those saddles can bathe in peace.”

I don’t know who’s more stunned by my order—the guards, Keg, or myself.

The men just stare at me, but I don’t waver. I look at them steadily, not backing down.

Beside me, Keg leans down and scoops up a handful of snow before dumping it in the tub. “You heard the woman,” he says to them with a smirk. “Get on with it before I kick my foot in your arses. And one of you build up that fire, or this is gonna take all night to melt.”

Keg’s voice jerks them into action, and soon, all four of us are dumping snow into the tub, scoop after scoop. Keg dumps a few fire-charred rocks into it too, making steam hiss into the air and speeding up the melting process.

By the time it’s full, my hands are numb, gloves soaked through, but I’m pleased. I stuff my gloves into my coat pocket as the four of us look over our handiwork.

When movement catches my eye, I look over and find Polly and Rissa peeking out of their tent, watching me. I go straight over and dig into my pocket to pull out the soap, plopping the cubes in Rissa’s hand. “Enough for everyone to have a turn,” I say.

The girls just look down at the soap, look at the basin, the fire, the guards.

Polly’s lips thin. “If you expect us to fall down and kiss your feet, you’re stupider than you look.”

“I don’t expect anything,” I tell her honestly, because I don’t.

I don’t expect gratitude from them. I don’t even expect a truce. I just wanted to give them a tiny sliver of something, because none of this is their fault. None of this has been easy for them.

It’s the least I can do to help ease them, just a little bit. I’ve had freedom and comforts, as strange as it seems. They deserve some of that too, and this is what I can get for them.

“Enjoy your baths,” I say before I turn and leave.

Keg sidles up beside me as I walk back to my tent. “That was nice of you,” he says.

“You sound surprised.”

“This army is a bunch of gossips. I heard how those women turned you away.”

The tips of my ears burn. “Oh.” It was bad enough that those two guards witnessed it, but it’s much worse to know that it’s become army chatter.

“Some would say that they don’t deserve your kindness,” Keg points out.

I shake my head, watching the ground as we go. “Kindness shouldn’t have to be earned. It should be freely given.”

Keg laughs softly. “My ma used to say something like that,” he replies, looking over at me. “And you know what?”

“What?”

“She was a damn smart woman.”

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