🔥 The Path of Fire (Path of Light and Fire Book #1)(Completed) 🔥

Chapter 3.2: The Snake and the Pirate

Sabin was careful not to break eye contact. "I have nothing to hide. If you want to know who I am, just ask me."

Turrent shrugged. "Who are you?"

"I am Sabin of Toro. I was adopted by a man named Aegis when I was a baby. I once came in second at the Acadian Junior Tournament. I'm perfectly willing to tell you more when that crossbow isn't pointed at my gut."

Turrent flourished his free hand. "And why would I do that? Magnanimiity? You'll answer each of my questions as long as I have this truth serum." He pointed to the crossbow.

Sabin shook his head. "I'm a Serien. You won't kill me."

"You must know what I am. I've been trained in the art of killing a man since I was eight. I'd kill you and have a lovely dinner afterwards. I'd even tip the waitress. I'm that kind of guy."

Sabin started to remove Wade from his waist. "There's only one way I can give you the answer you seek."

The crossbow twanged.

Sabin held his breath. I don't feel like I've been shot. Though to be fair, I haven't been shot before. He looked down to see the bolt buried in the floor and vibrating at his feet.

"You must want to die, unsheathing that sword." Turrent eyed Sabin carefully.

"In one moment, this will all be settled." Sabin slowly inched the sword, hilt first, in Turrent's direction. "Take it, there's my answer."

"You're either telling the truth, or really stupid." Turrent grabbed the hilt and his eyes widened.

Turrent dropped the sword on the table and rose. His grip on his crossbow tightened and Sabin was afraid he would squeeze at any moment.

I am sure this time he will kill me.

"Step away from the table and if you make any sudden moves, I'll kill you," Turrent confirmed. "How did you get into my mind?"

"That wasn't me," Sabin did not move from his seat. "That was Wade."

"Wade can talk? You can't expect me to believe that, can you?"

Sabin noticed the bartender duck behind the bar and the soft hiss of blades leaving their scabbards. There were no overt stares their way, but Sabin could feel the murderous intent. Turrent had Wade, so Sabin was unarmed and surrounded by trained killers.

Great.

Turrent's shock receded a bit and he slowly lowered his crossbow. He reached for the hilt with his left hand, eyes not leaving Sabin's person.

"How was I supposed to know he's a Serien?" Turrent snapped. He lowered his crossbow.

One battle down.

The slow hisses gave way to the rustling of chairs. The hairs were beginning to stand up on Sabin's neck again. They were openly seething at the two of them now and Turrent seemed oblivious to it. What had the bartender called him? Unpredictable.

Sabin slowly placed his hand on the sword and Turrent's eyes snapped up. There was the sound of swords returning to their sheaths, but no one went back to their drinks.

Sabin gingerly pulled the sword from the assassin's grip. Turrent for his part did not resist any further.

"I believe I have overstayed my welcome." Sabin said. He kept the sheath in his hand, aware that one of these men could strike at any moment. "Come with me."

"Don't tell me what to do young pup." Turrent regained his cocky composure. "Although, I think you're right, we should go."

Sabin noticed as four of the patrons trailed them, so he quickened his exit. The bartender shrugged his shoulders as if saying "I told you so."