“I don’t like this.” Cathal’s apprehensive timbre carries my stare back to the massacre.
“None of us like this, Dádhi.” Fallon must’ve learned that word before the Mahananda removed her Crow magic for she’s never once called him anything but that.
“I mean, I’ve a bad feeling about this.” He claps. “I want everyone off the ship.”
“Serpents aren’t lying in wait beneath the boat to ambush Mádhi and the others,” Fallon says.
His dark gaze cuts to hers.
“Wait…you think that’s what’s happening?” The vein in Fallon’s neck swells and strikes harder.
“I don’t know what’s happening, ínon. I just want everyone back on land.” When no one moves, Cathal growls, “Now.”
I get to my feet and am about to step away when Reid gasps. He’s bent over a wooden barrel, fishing something out of it.
“What is it?” Agrippina traipses over. “Another corpse?”
Her mate straightens, hauling out a broad body clad in black. I suddenly worry it must be a Crow before remembering that Crows can no longer be harmed.
Fallon palms her mouth. It’s only once a name tumbles from her lips in a muted whimper that I understand why this cadaver shocks her more than any other.
Chapter 65
Zendaya
Is this Kanti’s Antoni?I ask Cathal.
It is. Which means that our daughter’s wrong. It is Meriam’s doing, for Kanti wouldn’t murder her lover.
I lock eyes with his.Wouldn’t she?
“Reid”—Cathal’s tone snaps his gaze to his—“bring him to Kanti, but wait for us to land before dropping the governor at her feet.”
Both men shift. Cathal hovers until Fallon and I have seized his iron talons, and then he plucks us off the deck and carries us up to Kanti.
“You’re not even going to try to heal any of them?” My cousin gestures to the ship.
“They’re dead. Serpents cannot revive the dead,” I say.
“Yes, you can. Taytah saw you revive lots of them.”
I frown because she didn’t show me that part of the vision.
Cathal gives a short whistle.
I don’t take my eyes off Kanti. When her lashes sink and rise as briskly as hummingbird wings, I again question her involvement.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” I venture.
Her jaw tightens, and she rams a hand through her hair with such vigor that she pops out some of the jeweled pins clamped around artfully twisted strands. I can’t tell whether she’s aggrieved or furious.
“Still think your mother isn’t a heartless bitch?” And then she’s standing and striding toward her deceased lover.
What do you think?I ask Cathal, as Aodhan drops off Lazarus beside Governor Greco’s remains.
I think that was true shock on her face.
I try to make sense of all my thoughts. What keeps coming back to me is that this might not be some sick ploy of Kanti’s to discredit my mother after all. This mightactuallybe my mother’s doing. Which begs the questions:
