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)
She leans down and examines my bandage. “You were right. Cato is very good. Ze patched you up in half the time I expected it to take.”
“Yes.” I stand and shrug out of my cloak. “Now grab your stolen dagger and help me cut these coins out of the lining. Time is of the essence.”
CHAPTER 33
Evelyn
THERE’S A TICKING CLOCK PLAYING IN EVERYONE’S MIND, but like any plan worth having, it takes longer than anyone expects to get the pieces into place. By the time Bowen acquires a small boat similar to the one Nox used to drop us off, the moon is high in the sky. He glares up at it as he rows. “It’s practically a spotlight announcing our presence.”
“If the light doesn’t announce us, your incessant bitching certainly will.”
The other thing I didn’t anticipate about this plan: my ex and my current paramour, both more than capable of murder, trapped in a close space. They keep making little snarling comments at each other, and while they haven’t exploded into violence yet, I can’t discount it as a possibility. It’s incredibly irritating. And stressful. Which makes me bitchy, which only aggravates the issue, because they both respond to my bitchiness.
We all fall silent, though, as we leave the relative safety of the enclosed strait between First Sister and Second Sister. Even with the light of the full moon, I can barely see the Audacity bobbing gently in the distance. Surely they must have just as much difficulty seeing us.
The truth is that we might climb aboard to find a murderous crew waiting to slit our throats and toss us right back into the sea. We won’t know until it’s far too late to do anything about it. Not that I’m nervous or anything. I’m definitely not. I’m sitting here, cool and composed and perfectly at ease with the thought of what we’re about to do.
We have no choice. This is our only option. We’re putting a lot of faith in the fact that Nox apparently doesn’t actively want us dead. And a lot of hope in the crew members who are loyal to them. It’s a leap of faith to assume they’ll understand what we’re trying to do. We’re taking a gamble and not even a good one.
We sit in tense silence as Bowen continues to row us closer to the ship. Cato did one hell of a job on him. He’s not quite moving as if he was never injured in the first place, but the exhaustion and pain that seemed to be weighing him down is no longer in evidence. I’m feeling pretty fresh, too. All of my cuts have healed; aside from my used spells and slightly shallower magic reserves, I’d barely believe I was in a fight earlier today. And yesterday. Lizzie, of course, looks pristine.
“You should probably be the one rowing,” I say under my breath. “You were less beat up than him, and you’re not human. You have vampire stamina.”
“And deprive the big, strong man of showing us how big and strong he is?” She doesn’t look at me as she says it, matching my tone in a way that is designed not to carry. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Petty until the bitter end. But Bowen wouldn’t even consider the possibility of someone else taking the job. He snapped and snarled until we sat in the places he indicated. It serves him right to do all the work. Not that I’m interested in rowing.
If I’m going to stay in Threshold, I’m going to have to take up some kind of strength training and cardio just to keep up. Gross. But as little as I like the idea, I like getting bested in combat even less. If my time here so far is any indication, I’m going to see a lot of combat. As formidable as my magic is, Bunny was right when she said we shouldn’t rely on it at the expense of the other tools in our toolbox. It was one subject we always argued about, mostly because I was a lazy teenager.
Now I see the wisdom in her words … but that doesn’t mean I like it any more now than I did at sixteen.
Soon enough, we’re too close to the ship to risk snide comments. Bowen gives one last strong pull, sending us coasting over the surface until we nearly bump into the ship itself. Only Lizzie throwing out a hand to stop our momentum prevents it.
“I’ll take care of Hedd, as we discussed. Keep the crew off me. Whoever keeps fighting after he’s dead needs to be removed.”
My stomach twists in upon itself. There’s no going back now; truth be told, there was no going back the moment we reached that safe house and understood its implications. I’m not supportive of wholesale slaughter, but all it took was a couple days on the Audacity to realize that plenty of the crew members mimic their captain in his values … or lack thereof. They’re not good people. They’re gleeful murderers, and they don’t much care if the creature on the other side of their sword is truly a monster or not. The night before the fight with the mermaids, I overheard two of them laughing about killing a selkie. A fucking selkie.