“How much of that did you see?” I ask instead.
“All of it.”
I’m not sure what I should feel after hearing that. Anger that he’d let Sheck try to take me. Confusion that he let me kill him without helping his crewman. Worry that he saw the acting routine I tried on Kearan. Does he know I’m trying to get caught? There’s no way to tell. His face reveals nothing in the lit street.
I need to do something. I can’t just stand here and let him take me. It’s inconsistent with the character I’ve been playing for him. So I reach over and pick up Kearan’s cutlass again.
“You want to fight?” he asks.
“I am not going back on that ship,” I say.
“I’m sorry, Alosa, but you have to.” He pulls his own sword from its sheath.
All right. I’ll go easy on him. Let him disarm me quickly and get this night over with.
“You really want to do this?” he asks. “I was in the middle of something back there when I heard a struggle going on outside. You’ve put me in quite the mood. I wouldn’t test me.”
I snort. “I saw your lady friend. It looked like you were already in a mood.”
“One night on land after months at sea, and you have to go and ruin it.”
“And what about me? I was carrying out a very important mission for my father when you caught me. You’ve ruined my entire week. I should take an ear for that.”
“You wouldn’t take my ear. It would make it difficult for me to hear your whining. And I know how much you love that.”
Never mind. I shall not make this quick. I want to hurt him a bit first.
I lurch forward, slashing at his stomach. Riden deflects the blow and reaches for my legs with his sword. But I leap backward.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” I ask, sending a volley of strikes at him.
“Stop you from what?” He quickly defends himself against each strike, but I keep them coming as we talk.
“You saw me fighting him. You know your captain doesn’t want me mistreated in any way, yet you let him try to take me. You just stood there. And—oh.”
He gets his bearings and puts himself on the offensive. I like learning how he moves. It will let me know how to beat him. Later, of course. Tonight I have to let him win.
“You wanted me to kill him,” I say. “Of course. You hate what he does. What with you being so honorable and all. But you can’t kill him yourself because for some reason you’re loyal to your brother, and you can’t be seen killing a member of his crew. I’ll never understand this loyalty; you seem to hate everything Draxen does.”
I cut him on his arm. Riden is going a bit easy because he doesn’t actually want to hurt me. It definitely gives me the advantage. Of course, I don’t want to kill him, either—hurt him, though, yes. Part of what I told him the other day is true. I don’t want Riden dead, because he is my preferred choice for an interrogator. Draxen would assign someone even worse to watch me if Riden weren’t an option.
“That’s why you were angry on the day you captured me,” I say as a realization hits me. “I brought out the worst in your brother by challenging him, by killing members of his crew. You had to step in and remind him of his humanity. But he always seems to have a hard time finding it, doesn’t he? He’s more like your father in that way.”
I gasp as pain burns against my leg. He actually slashed me with his sword. I must have touched on something too personal.
“You ruined my breeches!”
“Lass, shut up,” Riden says.
“But why do you do it?” I say, forgetting my clothes. “You’re clearly miserable among the crew. You probably don’t even enjoy pirating! Why do you stay?”
I get in another cut, this time at his side. I make sure it’s shallow. A victorious smile tugs at my lips, but then Riden does the unthinkable. Instead of flinching away from my sword, he leans into it, grabs my wrist with his free hand, and raises his sword to my neck. Before I can blink, the hand at my wrist grabs my sword, and he’s pointing both blades at me.
I stare at him, stunned. He let me cut him so he could take my weapon from me. It’s a bold and stupid move.
I like it.
I’m so impressed, I can’t even muster up the right amount of anger. I have underestimated Riden.
He sheathes his blade, tosses Kearan’s back to his sleeping form, and then grabs me by my upper arm. “I stay because he’s my brother. Because he is the only family member who loves me unconditionally. Something you could never understand.”
I want to deny it, to defend my relationship with my father. But no words spring to mind. So with my free hand, I hit him where my sword struck him earlier. He winces with pain, then moves me over to the other side of him.
“It seems we both managed to uncover things better left buried. Now, let’s get you back to the ship.”
My leg throbs as we walk, but that’s nothing compared to the fire in my chest that has ignited from his words. He keeps getting me angry. So very angry. I want to hit him some more. It takes every ounce of strength I have to let him take me back aboard that cursed ship.
I try to get out of the lifeboat once, but Riden kicks me, and I act as though the blow knocked the air from my chest. When a rope ladder is let down for us to climb aboard the Night Farer, I punch Riden in the face and try to jump into the water, but he catches me and practically carries me up the ladder. He’s stronger than he looks.
These fake attempts at escape are the only satisfaction I allow myself for his daggered words.
Riden returns me to my cell. He ignores Azek and Jolek as they try to offer explanations for how I escaped. He simply orders them to leave.
Riden disappears from the brig for only a moment. Then he returns. I’m surprised when he locks himself into the cell with me.
“Have you decided that you deserve to be behind bars as well?” I ask.
“I decided that long ago, but that’s not why I’m here.”
I notice now the clean linens and bandages. A little while later, another pirate brings down a bucket of hot water before disappearing again.
“You want me to clean your wounds?” I ask with a snort.
“Of course not; I’m here to clean yours.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Captain wouldn’t like it if he knew I’d sliced you.”
“I goaded you.”
“Doesn’t matter. I should be better than that.”
“Pirate,” I remind him.
“Still doesn’t matter. Now…” He picks me up and sets me on the table so I’m sitting with my injured leg extended in front of me.
“I can sit all by myself,” I say, completely off balance by the effortless way he lifted me.
“I know, but that was more fun. Now, take your breeches off.”
“Ha. Not a chance.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“You haven’t seen me before. Nor will you.”
Riden gives me his devilish smile. How quickly he can muster it up.
“I’ve a better idea,” I say, reaching down. I grab the bloody rip in my breeches and tug. The cloth gives, ripping away from my thigh. I wince.
“And here I almost believed you couldn’t feel pain.”
“Shut your mouth, Riden.”
He’s quiet, and I know it’s not because he listened to me. Instead I realize he’s staring at my leg. No, not my leg. My scars. I have them all over my arms and legs.
“What happened?” he asks.
“I was born to the pirate king.”
He reaches his hand out, about to trace one of the many thin white marks.
“Don’t,” I say. “I’ve just had to fend off Sheck. I don’t need anyone else touching me.”
“Of course,” he says hurriedly. “Forgive me. But I wasn’t going to—” He cuts himself off, ending the awkward moment. Instead he reaches down and brandishes a cleaning salve and clean rag.
“Give me those,” I say. “I’d
rather do it myself.”
“And that is why I’ll be doing it for you. You’re a prisoner, and you tried to escape. You don’t get to make any more demands.”
“I could just hit you.”
“And I could make cleaning this cut hurt more than it needs to.”
I sit still, but I don’t look at him as he rubs a foul liquid onto my leg. Bubbles come up from the cut, and the pain is searing hot. I grab Riden’s arm and squeeze to keep from crying out.
“It’s all right, Alosa. Almost done now.”
I’m amazed at his soothing tone. It sounds a lot like the one Mandsy uses when she patches me up. Strange to hear it coming from a man.
He wipes the remaining liquid from the wound. The cloth becomes stained with pink. With steady hands, he cuts a bandage strip and ties it around my leg. His hands are warm in this freezing cell.
“It’s over,” he says. “It should heal quickly. It was a small cut.”
“Yes, I know. As you can see, this is not my first injury.”
“Why must you always be so defensive? I was helping you.”
“Yes, and what a sacrifice it must have been for you. I’m sure you didn’t enjoy every moment of it.”
Smiling, he leans forward a bit. “You are by far the most enjoyable prisoner ever aboard this vessel.”
“I assure you, I’m not trying to be.”
His smile fades. Intensity takes hold in his eyes. “I know.”
Riden’s hand is still on my bare leg. His eyes capture my gaze. I swallow, lick my suddenly dry lips.
Riden places a hand at my cheek. “Alosa.”
“Yes?”
Uncertainty flashes across his face. He lets his hand drop. “How did you get out of your cell?”
Instead of answering, I shrug, mostly because it takes me a moment to find my voice.
Riden takes a step back, observes me carefully. “You’re clever, Alosa, in a way that is uncommon for a pirate. And you’re talented. There’s no doubt about that. And I’ve always known you’re hiding something. But now I’m starting to get the sense you want to be on this ship more than I do.”
“Want to be on the ship?” I ask incredulously. “If that’s your concern, then by all means, let me go.”
“Why else would you go to the pirate quarter of town? You had to know we’d be there.”
“You’re joking, right? You locked me up and then sent Sheck and Ulgin down here. Do you know what I had to endure? I set out to find the two of them and kill them before I left. They aren’t men. They don’t deserve to live.”
“I know. That’s why I let you kill Sheck. Because I couldn’t do it myself. But why risk it? You could have gotten away easily if you had just left.”
“I have a hard time letting things go. I wasn’t about to leave until everything sat right.”
I can’t tell if he believes me. He’s still trying to read my face.
But then his eyes travel down to my bags.
I step in front of them protectively. “What are you looking at?”
“You know I’m going to have to search your things. Unless of course you want to tell me how you got out of here?”
“I just got out, all right? Leave me and my things alone.”
“I can’t do that. Now step back.”
“No.”
He steps forward and reaches for me, trying to physically move me out of the way.
I kick him square in the chest with my uninjured leg. The force is enough to knock him onto his back. Oh no. I put way too much into that one. I’m practically telling him all my secrets. He’s the one most suspicious of me. I need to pull back. But he threatened my clothes! They’re all I have on this ship, and I’m rather attached to them. I don’t want his sticky fingers going through them. And I suppose it wouldn’t be good if he looked too closely at my books.
When Riden stands, he looks at me with new understanding. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“It was a pretty decent shot, eh?” I try to make it sound like I got lucky, but I don’t know if he falls for it.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
Ha. As if he actually could if I were trying my hardest. That line of reasoning is dangerous, though. I relax my face, trying to add a hint of fear. And though it goes against every instinct I have, I step away.
Riden leans over my clothes in such a way that he can keep an eye on me as well. He’s not about to let me get the jump on him from behind. He’s learning.
He searches through my clothes. I notice him quickly scanning over undergarments, careful not to touch them. Interesting. The larger, pocketed clothing, he searches through most thoroughly. Unsurprisingly, he finds nothing except some rather sharp hairpins, which he pockets. He passes over the books quickly.
Until he comes across a volume titled Etiquette: A Guide to Raising Proper Ladies. I had no problems hollowing out that one. The entire concept is ridiculous. Unfortunately, Riden thinks so, too.
“What is this?” he asks.
“A book,” I answer smartly.
“Am I to believe you would actually read a book like this? You’re a pirate.”
“And a lady, too.”
“I don’t think so.” He flips through the pages. When that doesn’t prove fruitful, he tears at the book, separating the binding from the spine.
Stars!
A small vial containing a purple liquid falls into his hand.
“What do we have here?”
“It’s a tonic for seasickness.”
“Then why would you hide it?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s interesting, because this liquid is also the same color as a tonic used to help people sleep. When inhaled, the compound renders a person unconscious almost instantly.”
“What a coincidence,” I say.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He starts tearing through the rest of the books, finding different weapons. Miniature throwing knives, wires for choking, more poisons, and many other things.
Pockets overflowing, Riden stands and moves for the door.
“Where are you taking those?” I ask.
“I’ll put them in a safe place.”
“Also known as the bottom of the ocean?”
He grins before disappearing.
I’m really starting to despise that man.
Chapter 8
ENWEN AND ANOTHER PIRATE come down to the brig not long after Riden leaves. I’m sure the replacement is necessary because Kearan is still passed out somewhere.
“This is Belor,” Enwen says. “He’s come to help me watch you. And a fine pirate, he is. He understands the importance of maintaining a healthy amount of superstition.”
“No doubt,” I say, though Belor seems to be more interested in watching the sack of coins that hangs from Enwen’s belt.
The night is young. Most of the pirates will still be in town, sleeping off their drinks. Tonight is perfect for some sneaking about. I need to find that map. I’m ready to be rid of this ship and its cocky first mate. I still can’t believe he managed to slice me. More than anything, it was a cut to my pride.
“The only amount of luck to be found is in cold, hard gold,” Belor says. “You have that, and you can buy all the luck you need.”
“Which is why I purchased these here pearls,” Enwen says, pulling out his necklace.
Enwen relays the story of how he got the pearls. I doubt Belor hears a word of it, as he does naught but watch Enwen’s purse. Neither pirate pays me any attention. They really are making it easy for me to escape. Not a soul on my own crew would ever be so careless. Not even little Roslyn, who is the youngest of my crew at six years old. Course, I would never have her watch over prisoners. She stays mostly in the rigging, where she climbs better than any monkey ever could.
As quietly as I can, I flip over the table and reach for the leg on the bottom left corner. I hollowed it out with my dagger and shoved the lockpicks in there after knocking o
ut Azek and Jolek. It’s a shame for Riden that he never thought to check here.
“You know, I might have something you’d like, Enwen.” Belor pulls out of his pocket what looks like a leather string. “Man who gave me this told me it came from a siren’s wrist. It’s supposed to give the wearer protection on the sea.”
Enwen looks at it with reverence, but I’m pretty sure Belor just pulled it off of his boot when no one was watching.
“I’ll give it to you for three gold pieces,” Belor says.
I’ve already got the door open. I stand before the two pirates. “It’s a terrible trade, Enwen. The man’s lying. He just wants your gold.”
“But what if he’s not? How can I pass up such a trade? No more harm at sea, Miss Alosa!”
“Then why in the world would he trade it for only three coins?”
“You’re right. I should give him five for it.”
Belor finally looks up from the sack of gold, the prospect of more money shining in his eyes. “Oi! What are you doing out of your cell?”
“Making sure you don’t take advantage of poor Enwen, here.” Although, now that I think of it, Enwen is probably intending to steal the gold back bit by bit over the next several days.
“Appreciate the help, Miss Alosa, but you best be getting back in your cell,” he says as he reaches for his sword.
“Can’t do that. Sorry about this, Enwen. I rather like you.”
I knock them both out a moment later. Enwen’s going to want to drink as much as Kearan to relieve the headache he’ll have when he wakes. I honestly feel bad, but I don’t have the time to wait for them to fall asleep. That could be a while, and I need to take advantage of a nearly empty ship.
Once I’m up top, I observe everything carefully. The two pirates who were guarding the deck have gone, and Theris is nowhere to be seen. They were probably permitted to go ashore now that Riden is on board. Shame, that. Best to avoid him. Probably in his quarters now. I pass by them silently and walk over to the railing, where I ended my search the previous night. I run my hands over it, thumping with my feet as lightly as possible on the wooden planks below, checking for dead spots.
“Hello, Alosa.”
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