Page 126 of Vengeance of the Pirate Queen

Then I pull his head down to mine.

There may be onlookers, but I doubt they can see anything around Kearan’s form. Besides, I’m too thrilled to care. When our lips touch, a jolt of heat spreads through me. This,this,is how it is supposed to be. How could anyone be content with less?

Heat and soft lips, rough facial hair scratching along my palm. My limbs infusing with his body heat at every point where we touch. It is thrilling and terrifying all at once.

He tilts his head slightly, so our foreheads touch, our lips now a breath apart.

“I like this,” he says.

“Then why did you stop?”

“Perhaps we should get the ship moving?”

“Perhaps you’re right.” I peer around his shoulder. “Dimella! Get us going.”

“Aye-aye, Captain! Kearan to the helm, riggers—”

“Captain Warran can take the helm,” I tell her.

“Indeed he can. Warran, take the helm! The rest of you lot, get moving! We’ve a long sail ahead of us.”

I take Kearan’s hand and pull him after me into the captain’s quarters. Not a second after I get the door closed, a fist pounds against it.

My eyes slam shut, and I barely contain my sigh of frustration. I’m cold and tired and covered in blood. I want nothing more than a moment. Just one moment! Is that so much to ask for?

I slip the panaceum into my boot with my knives until I can fashion something else to carry it in, then wrench open the door and find Dynkinar on the other side.

I say nothing, just stare at her, waiting.

Dynkinar says something in Driftan, and I’m excited to find I can still translate. After all, the panaceum is still mine.

“That was well done, Captain Veshtas. I thank you for your courage and strength in doing the right thing back there. I beg another favor of you. Please return my people and the panaceum to the island.”

Thoughts of kissing Kearan slip from my mind as I focus on her words. “Is that truly what you and your people want? To return to that frozen place and guard a relic that was foisted upon you so long ago?”

“It is our sacred charge.”

“Last I checked, sirens weren’t gods. Why don’t instead you come with us, and we can discuss the artifact with the sirens. We can free your people from its influence forever.”

She stares me down for some time. When she speaks again, her tone is only curious. “What kind of life would my people have?”

“My queen is good and generous. She can always use more helping hands. I will plead on your behalf for a settlement. Or you’re welcome to join us. We’re always looking to expand our ranks. Your crew did a fair amount of pirating while protecting that cursed place.”

“We have little ones. Most of those left among us aren’t fighters.”

“That’s not a problem. We have little ones at the queen’s hideout and those who perform duties other than fighting.”

Dynkinar thinks for but a moment. “And the panaceum?”

I hesitate. Do I say that I have to keep it? Won’t she think that I’m being selfish and wanting it for the immortality and infinite power?

I don’t. I wish with all my heart I didn’t have to be dependent upon it for life, but that was the cost for using its power.

I say, “I would like to discuss it with my queen and the sirens so we can decide how best to keep it safe.”

But I know Alosa, and she would trust me to keep it safe. She wouldn’t even entertain the notion of letting me part from it once she knows I have to keep it close to stay alive. To keep everyone I use it on alive.

Kearan shifts slightly behind me, just a gentle movement, but I sense it. It’s impossible to forget he is behind me. And Idesperatelywant to speed this up.

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