Den of Thieves (Desert Cursed Series Book 7)

  Den of Thieves

  Desert Cursed Series, Book 7

  Shannon Mayer

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Up Next!

  About the Author

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  Mayer, Shannon

  Den of Thieves, Desert Cursed Series Book 7

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  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to the readers who loved Zam, Lila and Maks enough to want to see what comes next! I hope you enjoy their adventure and have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

  Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that

  And manage it against despairing thoughts.

  Will Shakespeare

  1

  A teeny tiny speck in the air a mile or so ahead of us was the only indication of Lila scoping out the land. While she was a dragon, and a monstrous foe when she wanted to be, more often than not, she stayed in her smaller form where she had a wingspan of two and a half, maybe three feet, at best. Weighing in at six pounds and able to get in and out of tight spots, she only pulled out the big guns—her I’m so big I could carry a horse if I wanted to size—when necessary.

  I watched closely as she slowed over a spot in the desert I couldn’t see, spiraling to the ground with a flash of blue scales, then as quickly as a bolt from a crossbow, shot into the air. Hovering there, she didn’t move, didn’t shift into her larger form. Nor did she fly back our way.

  So not too scary but intriguing enough to stay where she was and watch . . . whatever it was she was observing.

  “What’s going on?” I muttered.

  Balder jigged under me, snorting and then tossing his head, his lightly dappled gray coat damp with nervous sweat. I stroked a hand down his neck, picking up on his rising energy. Or maybe he was picking up on mine. While he might have looked like just a horse, he was in fact, a unicorn minus the horn.

  No. Really, my horse was a freaking unicorn. I’d only recently discovered that, and I had to admit all the signs had been there for years. I’d just ignored them. Speed like no other, quicker recovery time, intelligence that was on par with any person I knew. That and he had his own brand of magic, the ability to gift others with skillsets they otherwise wouldn’t have.

  Basically, he was a gem in all the ways possible.

  I patted his neck again and narrowed my eyes as Lila continued to circle around whatever it was she’d come across.

  “What do you think?” Maks’s rumble soothed any worries that bubbled under my skin, and my heart rate immediately eased. I glanced at him. Messy blond hair that brushed the back of his neck, blue eyes, solid body, soft lips, and a strong jaw. More than that, good heart, gentle hands, and so damn smart, it made me want to throw my clothes at him.

  His hands rested lightly on his horse’s neck, scratching Batman gently as he kept his eyes on Lila ahead of us.

  Batman—yes, I know it’s a strange name, some would even say dumb for a horse, but I didn’t name him and he came when called, so there you have it—stretched his neck and nipped at Balder who just ignored him.

  “We knew the quiet wouldn’t last. I thought we’d have till we reached the Blackened Market.” I thought about the last two weeks, about the slow ride south as we headed to the last known location of the dragon eggs we were tracking. About the lazy mornings, and the lovemaking when Lila was off hunting, the laughter as the fire crackled late into the night and the joy in being free of fear for a little bit.

  Then again, there were things that made me jumpy, like the croak of a frog, or the rumble of distant thunder. Things that made me tense when they came upon us, because in the past, those things had been deadly. I shook my head, clearing it of the thoughts that rolled through me.

  “Let’s check it out. She’s not too worried by the looks of it.” I gave Balder a cue to step out, and he went right into a quick trot. “Eager much?” I leaned back and gave him a scratch on the hip. Feisty and always ready to run at top speed, he was ready to gallop to Lila if I so much as leaned forward.

  I sat back farther, slowing him just a bit. There was no rush. If this was the end of our quiet, I wanted to enjoy the moment. Such as it was.

  As we drew closer to Lila, I could make out the object on the ground. Or more accurately, the creature.

  Hunched over on itself, I could make out spotted hide, a short tail, limbs that were powerful but squat, and I found myself reaching for a weapon I no longer had to deal with a creature that every lion hated.

  Hyenas.

  Or, in this case, one hyena. But why had Lila flown away like she had, straight up as if she were afraid? A single hyena was no match for Lila.

  Before I could call out to my winged sister-friend, she swept our way on a down draft, fanned her wings and landed on the pommel of my saddle, gripping it with glittering sharp claws, balancing easily.

  “Her wit’s as thick as a Tewkesbury mustard. And she’s freaky as shit,” she said, then patiently waited with her eyes bright. “Zam?”

  I shook my head. “Let Maks try first. It’s not fair to show him up every time.”

  Lila snickered and stretched her neck and head toward Maks.

  Maks tapped a hand on his thigh, drumming his fingers. “I should know that one. It sounds familiar. Have you used it before?”

  I gave him another ten seconds before I answered. It was our game. Drop an insult from Shakespeare and have one of the others guess the literary source. Lila and I were rarely stumped. Maks, on the other hand, was still trying to catch us. “Henry IV. Lila, do you mean to say the hyena talked to you?”

  You see, there were shifter hyenas in the desert, but they tended to be larger than the average hyena, at least triple the size and weight. This hyena we were closing in on was smaller than the average hyena, not larger.

  “I mean, yes, sort of. But that isn’t what’s freaky. I’ll let you decide that for yourself.” Lila crawled onto my shoulder and wrapped her tail around my neck for balance. “I mean . . . really freaky.”

  Great. Just what we were
not looking for. A freaky assed hyena that talked.

  We closed the distance to twenty feet and then I pulled up short. The last thing I wanted was one of the horses getting bit. I slid off Balder’s back and reached for a couple of my smaller knives I kept strapped to my body. One on my left thigh and one pressed against my lower back in a sheath that Maks had made for me on this trip.

  “Hyena, do you speak?” I approached the creature slowly, knees bent, muscles tensed and ready to send me in any direction. I stopped ten feet away.

  The hyena shuddered and rolled to face me, showing off her belly in a move that was as submissive as could be. “Don’t kill me,” she said and then giggled hard and fast, maniacal. “Killing me would be bad for you, bad for your mate, bad for your sister.”

  Her coat flickered as though she had something crawling around inside of her, the flesh bulging and then receding over and over again, all over her.

  “Freaky ass shit indeed.” I didn’t take a step closer. “Hyena, what ails you?”

  Her whole body shivered. “The beast is taking its dues, and all those who walk on four legs will be called home.”

  “Tewkesbury mustard,” Lila muttered in my ear. “Nutty.”

  “Is it nutty?” I’d never had mustard by that name; I had no idea.

  Lila leaned forward. “Hyena, do you mean us harm?”

  The hyena kept shivering. “No, no, I am . . . a warning to all who pass through these lands into the east. Taken from you, the powers will be humbled to the ground, spells are cast, a new power rises, there is no escaping the touch of the beast. He comes for the west.”

  I found myself crouching so her eyes were level with mine. Sharp intelligence stared back at me, eyes far too human for any creature who was animal alone. “Are you a shaman?”

  “Was, I was. I ran, and ran, but the power caught me and trapped me as this, but not before it shoved me full of death. I am dying. I am, and so I warn you. Bright ones, go wary into the desert of the east, go wary or don’t go at all.”

  Another shiver and her fur bulged, cracks appearing here and there. “Do you wish me to end it?”

  She shook her head. “You killed the son of the Emperor, the magician. I saw it in my dreams. I saw you right the balance of the western desert. But there is always a power waiting to take the reins. That power rises now. Bright ones, this power is dark, far darker than the magician’s magic. His was made of manipulation, of turning hearts against hearts, of trickery.”

  She drew a shuddering breath. “This one . . . his is naught but death. And you . . . if you walk into the east, you will find more than you bargain for. Beware, the north will test you.”

  I glanced at Maks who’d crept closer. We both were eye level with the hyena who writhed at our feet, whimpering between her words. I opened my mouth to ask her a question, but she cut me off with a yipping cry.

  “My death will come, but I give you what words I can. He gathers an army. He will take the east and the west if he is not stopped.” Pain-filled eyes locked on mine. “Do you understand, Zamira, guardian of the desert? Do you understand, Lila, guardian of the skies? Do you understand, Maks, guardian of the bright ones?”

  I nodded. Lila nodded. Maks nodded.

  A sigh slid from her. “Then I have warned you. Will you go on?”

  I didn’t need to look at my friends to know that answer. “This beast, he will come for the west? That’s what you’re saying?”

  “Yes,” she whispered and shuddered again. “I escaped him. I knew I’d find you here before the Blackened Market. I saw it in my dreams. You have a chance now. Seek out an army of your own, and you will face him on the fields of poppies. The flowers will hide the blood that rains upon the ground.” Her skin popped in several places and a sigh slid out of her as if air from a balloon was being released.

  As we watched, her skin and bones seemed to melt, sinking into the dry desert ground, the sand soaking in everything she was until there was nothing, not even a mark to claim her passing.

  I stared at that spot and wrinkled my nose as I whispered a quiet prayer for her passing. “Time’s really up for us then.”

  Lila snorted and tightened her hold on my shoulder. “Well, if that isn’t a start to a shitty day, I’m not sure what is.”

  2

  Maks put his hand on my elbow as we turned back toward the horses after watching the messenger dissolve into the desert ground. “I know you, Zam.” I kicked my feet through the sand not yet hot from the morning sun.

  “Uh-huh, I know you too,” I winked up to him, “in the most biblical of senses.”

  His lips quirked and the smile that wasn’t truly on his mouth was there in his eyes. “I’m talking about knowing how you are, and how you think. I don’t expect you to not want to deal with this beast the hyena was talking about. But we are on the hunt for dragon eggs that have been stolen—we gave our word to find them.”

  I slid my hand over his and locked fingers with him, just long enough to give him a squeeze. “I know. But this is a warning. Whatever is going on in the east, blazing in blind is stupid. I’ll take a heads-up for a new nasty any day.”

  He didn’t let me go, but instead tugged me closer so our lips brushed against one another. Lila stuck her face between us, claw tips digging into each of our cheeks as she pushed us apart. “None of that when I’m on your shoulders. Sucking face all the time like a couple of horny teenagers. Act your ages, will you?”

  I threw my head back and laughed. “I wasn’t going to kiss him, Lila.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Maks muttered. “I was totally going to suck face with you.”

  Lila grumbled and waved a tiny fist at him as though she were an old man on his front porch, yelling at kids as they disrupted his peace. Which only made me laugh all the more.

  “Look,” I finally said as I pulled myself onto Balder’s back, my laughter slowing. “A warning is good. I don’t see us deliberately looking for this beast. We are looking for the missing dragon eggs, that’s our priority. I completely agree with you.”

  I felt their eyes heavily on me. I turned and Lila and Maks had the same look on their faces, despite being very different species.

  Disbelief was etched plainly there. “You basically got called out by a shaman hyena to protect the desert. And you’re not going to listen?” Lila asked.

  I threw my hands in the air. “You both just said you didn’t want me looking for this beast. I said I wouldn’t. Now you want me to?”

  “No,” Lila said. “But what if the eggs are tied to him? Would that be so unfathomable?”

  “Good word,” Maks said. Lila launched off my shoulder, flew to his, and then gave him a tiny high five.

  I stared over the endless brown ground, thinking, trying to put together what lay ahead of us, but I was no seer of the future. What I could see was the edge of the Blackened Market. Burned down, destroyed, but it was where the trail of the dragons’ eggs picked up. A beast from the east, huh? Maybe it was just a warning because whoever had the eggs saw us coming and thought to scare us off. Maybe it was a hyena pulling one last joke, which was not so out of the ordinary for the creatures.

  But the image of the hyena’s skin pulsing and popping as though something else lived inside her was rather fresh in my mind and there was no joke about how she’d died. Which meant I wasn’t about to discount her final words.

  “Let’s see what the market has to offer first,” I said, “then we go from there.”

  Lila and Maks gave each other a look and I stuck my tongue out at them. Childish, but it broke the knot of tension that had been tangling inside my guts. Those who could see some bits and pieces of the future, like shamans, really shouldn’t be ignored. Not that they were always right, but by the same token, their words could be used to avoid shitty endings. I didn’t want a shitty ending for any of us after all we’d been through.

  The two horses picked up on the swirling energy and broke into a quick trot covering the ground at a steady p
ace. Balder stretched his nose out enough to be in front. Batman could have tried to beat him, but he was not the boss of the two of them and didn’t like being in the lead. Try telling Balder that, though.

  He stretched farther, putting distance between us and Maks and Batman. I didn’t try to hold him back because I was eager to see what the Blackened Market—or what was left of it—held for us in terms of clues.

  Lila had grown up in the Dragon’s Ground, and for years, a huge portion of the unhatched eggs had been stolen. Seeing as dragons were not the most prolific of breeders, those losses were a blow not only to the mothers, but to the entire population as well.

  Maks and I had promised the female dragons we’d find their babies and bring them back. A promise I didn’t regret, but wondered just how the hell I was going to manage to keep it when we had so little information to go on. Which brought us here to the Blackened Market. Truly blackened now, razed by fire in a fight that we may or may not have started. I narrowed my eyes, looking over the scene. The charred and broken timbers of the buildings, the sand crystalized in places from the heat.

  The marks of blades that had cut deep into the wood.

  The ground where it had been flattened by something, or many somethings.

  “This happened after we left.” I reached out to touch a charred piece of wood, feeling the chunk where a blade had bit fully into it.