Page 67 of Tin God
The older man pursed his lips. “So a direct frontal attack byRomanchariots wouldn’t happen until the opposing army was in disarray. They’d be circling the ground troops at first, the archers riding in the chariots would be shooting arrows into the battle until things were all messed up, and then once that shield line was broken, they might do a unified frontal assault.”
He blinked. “That’s a surprising knowledge of Roman military history, Buck.”
The old man shrugged. “It’s an interest.”
Carwyn frowned. “I feel like I should know that better than you.”
“Were you a Roman?”
“No, hated the bastards, but I’ve spent a lot of time in Rome.” Carwyn finished the tea in one gulp. “I appreciate the insight. I’m not a wind vampire like Ben or a water vampire of any kind, so finding a boat is one hundred percentnotmy strength. But I am very good at breaking things.”
Buck nodded slowly. “And… would that be helpful?”
No, but it might be satisfying.“Maybe. Let’s see if we might be able to throw this army into disarray, shall we? Shoot some arrows from the perimeter. Is there anything that you know of, any particular base on land that Zasha is attached to?”
“Nothing jumps to mind, but I might be able to find something. Zasha was in town a bit last summer, and I can make some calls.”
“Do that.” Carwyn started to go inside. He wasn’t tired, but he wanted to try to call Brigid if she’d pick up the phone. “I’ll see you at nightfall, Buck.”
“Sleep well, Carwyn.” Buck raised his mug. “And I’ll find something. Just give me a few hours. I know a lot of guys who know a lot of people.”
“Good man.”
He staredat the blank screen and contemplated what he’d say to Brigid if she picked up.
I love you.
I know why you did this.
Where the fuck are you?
No, not the last one. He was starting to understand why Ben was holding back from finding his mate. Currently there were two fronts to this battle; in theory, putting pressure on Zasha from two different directions.
Carwyn liked the idea of shooting arrows from the perimeter. It wasn’t as satisfying as rolling through the middle of a battlefield like a tank, but he could shoot arrows. He was Welsh, wasn’t he?
If Brigid and Tenzin could focus on finding that boat with Oleg’s help, maybe he and Ben could find Zasha’s base. Shoot arrows around the perimeter until they knew where to barrel in and demolish.
He really wanted to demolish something.
Carwyn hit the button on his tablet that called his wife and waited.
And waited.
He was nearly ready to throw the thing against the wall when she answered.
“Carwyn?”
Fuck me, who else would it be? He swallowed the anger and stared at the screen, trying to judge her mental state from a wavy digital image on the screen. “I’m here.”
She released a long breath and closed her eyes. “I miss you.”
“So tell me where you are.”
“Moving soon,” she said. “It wouldn’t matter, and I still can’t tell you because I promised.”
“You’re on the Kenai Peninsula at Oleg’s compound, and Tenzin is with you.”
Brigid pursed her lips. “She can’t keep her mouth shut to save her life, can she?”