Page 363 of Kingdoms of Night

Maybe one day the sea-folk would sing songs and ballads about me.

Then, I tensed. Every muscle stiffened.

Something was wrong.

I could feel the tension in my bones—in my blood.

It hit me like lightning. I stood from my desk and turned my head toward the wave of energy I felt coming from shore.

Then, I heard it. It was so loud that I had to clasp my hands over my ears.

The Siren’s Call.

Siddhe was in trouble. I could feel her pain. It seized my muscles as if I’d been injured.

I sucked in a breath. It was one of the most powerful forms of natural magic in this realm. One of the main reasons I chose Siddhe as my mate.

But, none of that mattered now. She was in danger.

I crossed the room, and ripped the door open. It nearly fell off of its hinges, but I didn’t care. I was beyond angry. The rage that now coursed through my veins was enough to draw the attention of the gods. Enough to bring about real consequences that I wasn’t ready to pay for…but I would.

For her.

I was focused on leaving the ship and racing to her aid, and I cared about nothing else.

Every step I took down the dimly-lit lower deck toward the main stairway, one name kept pulsing in my head.

Blackthorn.

Blackthorn.

Blackthorn.

He’d found my treasure, and he would lose his life tonight if he dared harm her. No, I didn’t care whether he did or not. I was done with Andras Tinnius Blackthorn.

My hands balled into tight fists. I’d claim his soul, and he’d no longer haunt the seas again.

My crew moved aside, knowing that I was on a war path. They knew that look in my eye—a look that meant that someone was about to pay dearly.

They backed away, silently, heads hung down to avoid meeting my gaze.

“Need help, Captain?” Bastian asked as I ascended the steps to the main deck.

I glared over my shoulder, and used the element of air to lift myself high into the sky.

“Watch the ship. Prepare for war.”

With those words, I shot into the air. I flew along the wind toward Siddhe’s signal. The currents of her voice’s frequency became a map for me. I followed it, surfing on the airwaves, not caring one bloody bit who saw me from below.

Night had fallen on Calbrock Bay, and I was a flying specter, ready to tear this place apart for what was rightfully mine.

I shot across the sky, and landed on my feet right before the scene.

Siddhe was there, and at her feet were several pirates from Blackthorn’s ship.

No, not just pirates.

Blackthorn was starting to come to, and rise from the stone street.

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