She paused to look back at him with an arched, defiant brow.
“My cabin, or we leave you adrift in the sea … without an oar … or boat. I believe the term is ‘walking the plank.’”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Beg all you want, but it changes naught. You heard me, lass, and I meant it. Those be the terms of your stay here. Now hie thyself off to where you’re supposed to be headed.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Devyl arched a brow at the cheeky lass. “I can and am.”
With a foolish stride, she returned to stand in front of him. “You will regret this, Captain Bane.”
Doubtful. The only thing he regretted was the stunned look on Thorn’s face that made him want to slap the bugger.
Thorn finally managed to shut his gaping mouth. “Can I see her medallion?”
She paled at Thorn’s question. “You told him about it?” she whispered to Devyl.
“Aye,” he whispered back. “And the low tone is useless, as his hearing is without equal.”
A deep red stain crept over her cheeks.
Thorn laughed. “No fears, child. I’m the last one who would harm you for the token. I only want to see it for myself to make sure Devyl doesn’t have a head injury that’s causing him to imagine things.”
Devyl felt another impulse to give him one, but didn’t move as she reluctantly pulled it out and handed it to the repugnant oaf who made his current living death even more unbearable than his time spent in hell.
The moment Thorn saw the medallion, his eyes shot to the same hue of red as Devyl’s natural state. He turned the medallion over in his hand. It glowed a deep, vibrant green in protest of Thorn’s demonic grasp. It even hummed as if screaming in agony. Devyl definitely knew that feeling, as he felt the same compunction himself.
“You’re right. No doubting the origins of this.”
Devyl crossed his arms over his chest. “Told you. I’m not the one with a head injury.”
Thorn locked gazes with him, and if he didn’t know better, Devyl might think there was actual panic there. “We have to get to her brother. Sooner rather than later. Otherwise, there’s no telling what Vine will do to him.”
“Well aware of that fact.”
Thorn clenched the medallion in his hand. “Mind if I keep this for a bit?”
Cameron was aghast at his question. “Of course I mind. Me brother entrusted it to me care.”
“I know, but I really need it for a little while so that I can use this to hopefully find him.”
She glanced to Devyl. “Can I trust him?”
“You probably can.”
“What does that mean?”
“That I would never trust him. For anything. Not even to clean spit from my boots. But you shouldn’t have any problems, as he doesn’t virulently hate you.”
Jerking her head back, she scowled up at him. “I thought he was your friend?”
Thorn let out a hysterical laugh. “Devyl has no friends. He doesn’t believe in them.”
She gaped. “Truly?”
Devyl snorted at the innocent question and stepped back toward Death’s location. “William? Tell our innocent guest here what friendship gets you in this life.”
