Chapters (57)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR
- Dedication
- Before
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Only the captains of each ship had the rendezvous coordinates. As the captain of his ship, Ennick was one of the trusted few. If he was responsible for the attack on Cloudbreak, then the rendezvous was in trouble as well.
For a second, a taunting chorus sang in Caledonia’s mind: This is what comes of trusting Bullets. Rage simmered beneath her ribs, hot and eager for release. But this wasn’t an answer, she reminded herself firmly, only speculation.
“We’ll know more when we get there,” Caledonia stood, wincing at the pain in her ankle. “We’ll make our approach with caution, as planned. Otherwise, this stays between us. I don’t want the crew looking for traitors in their midst, especially when there may be none to find.”
“Agreed,” Pisces said with a nod.
As they left the small chamber and returned to the stream of activity on deck, another thought slithered through Caledonia’s mind, sinking down through her spine to anchor itself in the nauseated bowl of her belly: the only person responsible for this disaster was herself.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They sailed again inside the hour. The sea fanned open before them in endless bands of blue, crashing into the horizon, where the sky was trapped beneath a thick layer of clouds. The wind blew from the south, carrying an edge of warmth. Caledonia welcomed the kiss of salt against her lips, the cloak of fine sea mist, the sensation of the world rushing beneath her feet. It was a single good feeling in a crush of sorrow and loss.
The rendezvous was still more than a day’s sail from their current position, and Caledonia scanned the horizon for signs of pursuit. Finding none, she ordered Tin to walk her through each repair, the list of each wounded crew member, and the status of their supplies. When that was done, the only thing left was to stay alert and sail hard.
They weren’t out of danger yet. As a crew, they would need to mark the loss of their siblings, warriors, and friends. They’d need to mourn the loss of their home. And Caledonia would need a chance to regain her footing. There wasn’t time for all that now, but if she didn’t give herself a moment to breathe, she was going to suffocate.
“Pi!” she called across the deck. “You’re in command.”
Her sister gave her a nod before repeating the order for all to hear. “I have command.”