Chapters (51)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Also by Adrienne Young
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Newsletter Sign-up
“He did it,” I said. “I don’t want to know how, but that bastard did it.”
THIRTY-FIVE
When we got back to the Marigold, there were voices behind the closed door to West’s cabin. I let out a relieved breath when I saw it, the steadiness immediately returning to my bones.
But I stopped short when I heard Paj’s clipped, angry tone. “You should have asked me.”
I didn’t knock, letting the door swing open to see West and Hamish around the desk with Paj. All three of them looked up at once, falling quiet.
Hamish fidgeted with a stack of papers, his fingers stained with ink. But there was something in his manner that was off. He was angry too.
“Did you find the shipwright?” I asked, watching Hamish open the drawer and slide the parchments inside.
“We did,” Hamish answered, standing up straight. He looked around the room. Everywhere except at me. “I’ll have those figures tonight,” he said, glancing at West.
West answered with a nod. “All right.”
Hamish shuffled past, turning to the side so that he didn’t touch me as he slipped out the door. Paj glared at West for a moment before he stalked out behind him. I watched them both disappear onto the deck, my brow pulled. But in the cabin, West looked at ease. More relaxed than he’d been the night before.
“What was that about?” I asked, studying him.
He looked up from the desk. “Nothing. Just reporting on the ledgers.” But his eyes dropped from mine a little too quickly.
“Paj looked angry.”
West gave an irritated sigh. “Paj is always angry.”
Whatever was going on between them, I could see that West wasn’t going to tell me. Not now, anyway. “I saw Saint,” I said, closing the door.
West’s hands tightened on the edge of the desk as he looked up at me. “Did he get it?”
I pulled the package from my jacket pocket and set it on the desk in front of him. He picked it up and turned it over, letting the merchant’s ring fall into his hand. It was freshly polished, the gemstone shined.
“Now all we need is the Roths,” I breathed.
West reached into his vest, pulling a folded paper from the pocket. He handed it to me. “This came an hour ago. I was waiting for you.”
I took the parchment and opened it, reading the hurried, slanting script. It was a message from Ezra.
Leith Tavern, after the bell.
I looked out the window. The sun had passed the center of the sky and it would set in a few hours. Holland would be expecting me at Wolfe & Engel, so we’d have to be quick if we were going to meet Ezra. “All right. Let’s go.”