A Book of Spirits and Thieves by Morgan Rhodes Page B

deserve to die. She didn’t do anything wrong!”
    He agreed with her, despite not fully grasping her truly bizarre language. He’d always found such knee-jerk decisions to be cruel and unnecessary. But what could he do about such matters? The goddess decided the laws—it was up to her citizens to abide by them.
    He shook his head. “An accusation is more than enough to condemn her, no matter how”—he paused—“
whackadoodle
it might seem.”
    When he turned from her, she darted back into his view. He groaned. She was as persistent as a buzzing honeybee.
    “Then you need to help her,” she insisted.
    “I need to do no such thing.”
    “You mean, you’d just stand here and watch them do whatever they’re going to do to her? Like it’s nothing?”
    Her words were like a stinging slap to his cheek. “I don’t think it’s nothing.”
    “Who are you speaking to, young man?” the woman asked, frowning.
    “No one,” he growled, his anger over his own powerlessness triggered by the mouthy spirit girl. “No one at all.”
    “Nice,” Becca said, although her tone told him she meant anything
but
nice. “Ignore me. You can try, but I promise I’m not going anywhere. I will haunt you for the rest of my life if you don’t help her!”
    The threat made him grimace.
    In the center of the crowd, the girl screamed again as the guard yanked her hair.
    “This foul witch,” the guard announced, loud enough for all to hear, “has shown rebellion and evil intentions against our great leader, Her Radiance, the Goddess of Earth and Water. Such a crime cannot be tolerated. It will not be tolerated. Her sentence is death.”
    Maddox looked on, his fists tightly clenched at his sides.
    “No, please!” the girl cried out. “I’m not a witch! I’d never do anything to challenge Her Radiance!”
    She could easily be lying. And even if she wasn’t, Maddox couldn’t just freely roam about North Mytica, helping every wrongly accused witch he came across. Livius would never agree to that.
    “Do something!” Becca yelled at him, right in his ear. “You need to help her!”
    His cheek twitched.
    He didn’t doubt Becca’s threat. She would haunt him forever.
    The guard pulled his sword from its sheath, his expression impassive. He raised it above his head, ready to bring it down to end the witch’s life.
    The guard then let out a harsh gasp and staggered back from the girl. He dropped the sword and clutched his throat, his face turning bright red in an instant. He tried to reach for his weapon as spittle flew out of his mouth and dripped down his chin as if he were choking on a piece of roasted goat meat.
    The gathered crowd stared at the guard in shock.
    “This is true magic,” the woman next to Maddox whispered in awe.
    Yes, it certainly was.
    “You did that,” Becca said, watching him with wonder. “You stopped him, didn’t you?”
    Maddox’s magic rarely worked on command, so this un-precedented moment had astonished even him. Better not to waste it now that he had a momentary hold of it. The guard would undoubtedly continue with the execution the moment he recovered.
    Maddox focused again. The guard froze in place, his eyes rolling back into his head, and fell over backward in a heap.
    The accused witch stood there like a frightened deer.
    “Run, would you?” Maddox yelled at her.
    She didn’t need to be told twice. She turned and ran, and was quickly swallowed up by the crowd.
    Becca stared at him with awe. “You’re amazing.”
    “This is all your fault,” Maddox mumbled, never more infuriated with anyone in his life as he was with the spirit girl.
    “
My
fault?”
    He had no idea if the guard was dead or simply unconscious. All he knew was that he had to get out of there before anyone suspected he had something to do with this.
    “Maddox, wait—” Becca began.
    He turned and slammed into the chest of a large man in a guard’s uniform and looked up at his ugly mug of a face.
    The guard narrowed