Blood on the Tide (Crimson Sails #2) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Crimson Sails Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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“Now we wait,” I confirm. I’ve healed people with my blood in the past, but I’ve never cared about the results as deeply as I do right now. I measure every slow beat of Maeve’s heart, searching for some indication that the blood is working. It will heal her. It has to.

“He wasn’t there.”

I’m so busy focusing on Maeve, it takes me a few moments to realize that Siobhan has spoken at all. And a few moments more for her meaning to penetrate. “Bastian?” Obviously I registered that we hadn’t acquired a fourth person in our retreat, but I honestly don’t give a fuck about Siobhan or her goals. If the glamour mage drowned, then he drowned.

“Yes. He had definitely been on the Crimson Hag, and recently. His scent was all over the cell in the brig, but it’s at least a few days old. They must have passed him off almost as soon as they captured him.”

She’s obviously upset, and she did help me get Maeve to shore, so I don’t make a derogatory comment about shifters and their noses. I think that’s called growth. Maeve will be proud of me if she wakes up. When she wakes up. I swallow hard and search for the appropriate response, the words Maeve would instinctively know. “I’m sorry.”

Siobhan scrubs her hands over her face. For the first time since I met her, she looks startlingly young and almost vulnerable. It strikes me that she can’t be more than thirty, maybe thirty-five. Practically a baby, and yet she’s carrying around a burden that I can barely comprehend. Whether she picked it up willingly or it was thrust upon her is anyone’s guess, and frankly I don’t give a fuck.

But Maeve cares and so I try. “I’m sure you’ll find him. You just have to retrace the route the Crimson Hag took and find out where they dropped him off.”

“That will take too much time. He’s headed for Lyari, and whether or not I know which ship he’s on . . . fuck.” She turns and punches the wall, and I’m startled to watch cracks form. Shifters are strong, but this is on another level entirely. “We’d have to search every ship sailing in that direction, and there’s no way to guarantee that would be enough. Even if I wanted to try that, we don’t have that many ships or that many people. It’s impossible.”

Again, I wonder who this man is to her, and if it’s as personal as it seems. Obviously he’s helping with the rebellion, but there are plenty of powerful people helping with the rebellion. This is something more—and not just because he has the ability to glamour people into doing his will. “Who is he to you?”

“No one now. But he was once.” She holds up her hand and watches her knuckles heal, the skin knitting back together where it had been broken by her punch. “No matter what you believe, this isn’t personal. His powers can change the course of the rebellion. If he dies, I don’t see a way forward.”

I snort. “That’s a whole load of bullshit. You have Nox, who can take out an entire crew in a series of heartbeats. And Bowen, who can probably level an entire fucking island with that damn telekinetic power. They are just two people who believe in your cause. There are others, and I imagine they must have a range of powers. Pull yourself together.”

“Nox . . .” She gets a strange look on her face. “You’re right. I’m letting frustration get the best of me. I really thought we’d save Bastian tonight and everything would be back on track.” She crouches down next to Maeve. “Her breathing has evened out.”

I scan Maeve again with my powers. The wounds have started to close, though it’s slower than I’d like it to be, but more importantly, her blood is once again flowing in a regular rhythm. Relief makes my knees weak. “Her heartbeat, too.”

“Look, I know this is shitty, but time is of the essence. I have to go. No one will look for you here, but I would stay out of the village. When she’s up for it, follow the trail past the path where it branches back toward the village. It will take you to the top of the cliffs, and you can skirt around to the east side of the island. There’s a sea cave there with a small sailboat. It’s not much, but it’s stocked with food and water and supplies. It can get you to the nearest island. You should be able to catch a ride on a trading ship from there.”

Obviously the sailboat in question is hers and how she’s been traveling without a crew. But that begs the question: “Where are you going?”

“A local captain owes me a favor. The Audacity will be sailing south of here in a day or two. If I can flag them down, then Nox will be honor bound to help me retrieve Bastian.”


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