Contents ( 43)
- Rain Born
- Rain Born
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Copyright Information ©
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
“Who is this man?” Tirad asks pointing to Narivan who is picking up the paddles.
“An old friend of my mother… A family friend…” she says, regretting what she had just said. Tirad is confused since Dalia had told him they had no family or friends. She tells him she didn’t know herself until that day and that she wanted to tell him about it and hadn’t found him. But Tirad is furious, not believing her anymore. She has lied to him more than he can trust her. Dalia takes his hand and sits him down on the deck, trying to calm his nerves.
“Believe me… I just found out about it today. But we don’t have time for this now. We should go back to Oxan and stop whatever is going to happen,” she says softly. Tirad looks at her face. It is dark now and there are still no lights on the boat. Narivan walks from one side of the boat to the next, inspecting the boat and looking into the supply cabin.
“There is no fuel here! It can only take us to the nearest ship,” Narivan says aloud. He looks again everywhere and takes out the food supply. There are only a few dried fish and two bottles of water. He shows them to Tirad.
“You can’t survive with these for more than a day on the boat! Where were you headed?” he asks Tirad who replies murmuring. He was in so much hurry to get to the Saviour Island that he hadn’t checked the boat supply. Even if he had, he wouldn’t know the fuel was too little for the trip. Narivan stands by the edge of the boat holding the paddles in his hands.
“Should we get back to Oxan?” he asks. Tirad doesn’t know. If what Dalia says is true and Mart has a careful, laid out plan, how could he stop him? The boatman must be a part of Mart’s plan as Dalia had said. There are no fuel and food on the boat, he wanted to attack him and he didn’t turn on the engine, all these prove his fault. How come Dalia always finds out these things? If it wasn’t for what Dalia had told him before – Hurmaz’s life being in danger – Tirad would’ve never paid this boatman to take him back. Perhaps he should have never listened to her. This could be a new plan, a trap to take him back to Oxan and condemn him of taking the Saviour coins that were in Mart’s possession. Dalia wants her to decide now. Narivan is also waiting for his command even though he is slowly turning the boat towards Oxan.
The boatman is awake and he is trying to untie his hands and legs. Narivan tightens the ties and Tirad goes to him and starts interrogating him. He asks who has ordered him to kill Tirad? Why isn’t there enough food and fuel on the boat? What is going to happen in Oxan? But the boatman ignores him. Tirad repeats his questions staring into his face, eye to eye.