“Fuck no. You fall into this water and I’m going to wear your ass out.”
My blood boils.
Not in anger.
Riven and Kyzen chuckle, and I crane my head up to glare at them. I’ve got a smart-ass remark on the tip of my tongue until I catch sight of the minuscule smirk playing on Amick’s lips.
I should throw myself into the water just to get a reaction out of all of them.
It’s only a couple more steps and I’m gently being put back on my feet. I glare at Creed but damn near melt into a puddle when he winks at me.
Sexy asshole.
“We’re setting sail in five minutes.”
My head turns up toward where Brogden is standing behind a wheel, a staircase above us. The shiny black wood that covers every surface of this vessel is so different compared to the metal of the carriage and the natural stained wood I’ve seen in the Godsdawn, but no less beautiful. The bright gold sail that ripples in the wind behind him is a stark contrast to the color, though.
“Come on,” Riven cheers as he takes my hand and tugs me behind him.
“Come on where, my little psycho?”
“I want a front row seat.”
He sure as shit drags me all the way to the very front of the ship. I tug his ass back, then give him a menacing glare as he attempts to sling his leg over the rail to sit on it.
“Holy shit, this is both petrifying and exciting,” Yemi says as Sevryn places her right next to me, then stands at her back.
I grin and wink at him when he notices my staring.
He rolls his eyes and leans in to whisper something to Creed.
So I do the same to Yemi.
“When are we going to talk about this little situationship you’ve got going on?”
“Stop it,” she grits out between her teeth, although she’s smiling. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Lie again. I’m not blind and I want details.”
“There are no details to give.”
“Was it good?”
She yelps out a surprised laugh, then slaps her hand to her mouth. “Thayla Godrun, I can’t believe you just asked me that.”
“Why? I want to make sure you’re being taken care of. You should’ve heard me try to have the talk with Lambrit. He shut me down.”
“For the Valories, I don’t need the talk. I’m experienced in that department, thank you,” she says, shaking her head, then a blush creeps up her cheeks. She lowers her voice more. “If you’ve forgotten, we have a roommate currently. All he’s done is kiss me.”
I hold in my squeal of excitement when she gives me a deadly glare. “And how was that?”
She sighs. “Painfully perfect.”
My smile takes over my face, but it quickly morphs into a grunt when the ship rocks forward. The air gets stuck in my lungs when Riven pats my arm excitedly and tells me to stop yapping and pay attention.
The thick fog still conceals our sight, but the rushing of water becomes louder, and the wind grows stronger as the ship picks up speed. A tug, not one as strong as what it feels like to enter a creation of the Goddess of Illusion, but exactly what it resembled when we left the Godsdawn, rushes over my skin.
My heart thunders in my ears as the fog slowly recedes and Brogden’s voice echoes over the wind.
