Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
There’s no time to digest that, not with nem hustling me back toward the staircase that leads belowdecks. “But—”
“Next time.” Ne picks up nir pace. “You need to—”
I never find out what ne was about to say. There’s a giant roar that raises the hair at the back of my neck, and the entire ship lists violently to the side. Kit catches me in nir burly arms, but we still both slam against the opposite railing. It’s only nir strength that keeps us aboard.
I look around frantically, but the rest of the crew seems to be doing okay. Some of them are even laughing, the fools. At least until Lucky flings themself onto the deck, dripping seawater everywhere. Their black eyes are wide and panicked. “Dragon!”
Just like that, the entire vibe changes.
“Gunners, to your stations!” Bowen’s roar snaps everyone into motion.
Kit curses under nir breath and thrusts me away from the stairway. “There’s no time to get belowdecks now. Hurry. There’s space at the helm behind the captain. He’ll keep you safe.”
For once, I’m not interested in arguing. I’ve been in plenty of fights over the years, and I know how to take care of myself, but this is a different animal entirely. Fighting by yourself is one thing. This crew is a well-oiled machine, and even as fear is a live creature inside me, they move as if directed by a single mind. I know that’s not magic at play, which means it’s Bowen’s leadership.
Apparently I’m not moving fast enough, because his magic wraps around me and hauls me to a small space at his back. I don’t know what it says about me that I find its gentle grip comforting instead of aggravating, but now isn’t the time or place to examine the sensation.
It also isn’t the time to notice how magnificent he looks, his strong hands guiding the helm and the wind blowing his dark hair back from his strong face. He’s wearing another crimson coat, and as much as I hate what that color represents, I can’t deny that it looks stunning on him.
“Stay behind me. I’ll keep you safe.” He doesn’t look at me.
There’s no time to reply. The ship veers in the other direction, tipping so violently that I slam against Bowen’s back. Again, his magic grip surrounds me, carefully keeping me in place.
But I only have eyes for the creature rising out of the waves next to the boat. It’s the most magnificent, terrifying thing I’ve ever seen. Massive and serpentine, but with a face that is both reptilian and strangely catlike. It’s a deep blue color, with a lighter underbelly, similar to a great white shark. The better to blend in while it hunts.
Its roar has me covering my ears with my hands and fighting not to crouch as if that would make a difference in this fight. Movement at the other side of the ship makes me pivot, and a great white noise fills my thoughts as my brain tries to comprehend the sheer size of the thing. Because that’s its tail, whipping violently about, hundreds of yards from its head.
It strikes at the mast, but it doesn’t make contact before hitting an invisible wall. I know that wall. I walked into it the other night. It’s a shield Bowen has constructed with his magic. Sure enough, I feel the tremor that works through him in response to the contact. That took its toll. He’s stronger than I can comprehend, but not even he can keep this ship safe indefinitely against that kind of strength.
“Get the spears!”
In response to Bowen’s command, Miles and Kit appear, along with several crew members I know by sight, if not by name. Each holds a long spear in their hands and has a determined look on their face. No fear there. I barely understand it.
I recognize the spears, though. They’re the same type of spear that Miles tried to impale me with on my first day. I might hate the fucker, but I can’t deny he wields the weapon like he was born to it. He uses his entire body behind the strike, sending the spear hurtling through the air with more strength than I could have anticipated.
It impales the dragon, lodging between its scales. We might as well have stuck a toothpick into a giant. Or at least that’s what I think until it explodes.
The dragon howls in fury and pain, and strikes at the ship a second time. Again, Bowen deflects it.
“I can …” But what can I do? I have several long range spells, like the fire that I used against the cat-sìth. But they require prep, which would be impossible to do with the shipping moving sickeningly beneath my feet. If I try, I’ll end up in the water.
That’s the last place I want to be.