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
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- EPILOGUE
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I stared at him. “I’m done playing this game. When am I going back to the Narrows?”
“Soon.”
“Give it to me in days.” My voice rose.
Zola tipped his chin up, looking down his nose at me. “Two days.”
My hands curled into fists at my sides. I let out a frustrated breath.
“I have one more thing I need you to do. After that, your fate is in your own hands.”
But I wasn’t going to rely on the Luna to get me home. I had a better chance with just about any other ship in Bastian’s harbor. I could buy passage from another helmsman and sail back to the Narrows with fewer enemies than I had here. “Give me my coin now and I’ll do whatever you want.”
“That’s fair.” Zola shrugged. “But you’re only getting half. The other half, you can have tomorrow night.”
“What’s tomorrow night?”
“It’s a surprise.” He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a purse, counting out twenty-five coins quickly. When he was finished, he set his hand on the pile and slid them over the maps toward me.
Clove got back to his feet.
“I need you dressed and down on that dock by the time Bastian is in sight.” Zola closed the drawer and stood, coming around the desk to face me.
“Boots.” Clove held out a hand, waiting.
I looked down to my feet. The leather of my boots was still scuffed and muddy from the streets of Dern. I muttered a curse, sliding my feet from each one and leaving them on the ground for him to pick up himself. The tick of a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth before he bent down to snatch them up.
Zola opened the door and waited for Calla to enter before he and Clove left. She had a change of clothes draped over her arms, and I glowered at the ruffled cuff of the shirt’s sleeve.
“You can’t be serious,” I hissed.
Calla tipped her head to one side impatiently.
I tugged the shirt over my head and unbuttoned my trousers before I went to the basin. My blistered knuckles stung as I slid my hands slowly into the hot water. The bubbles smelled like herbs, and I raked the water up my arms, scrubbing before I moved to my face and neck. When I was finished I went to the mirror, wiping at the places I’d missed with the corner of a cloth.