I stand and temper my frustration. “I need to go, Deven.”
“You also need to take care of yourself.” He reaches for a stray hair against my cheek. I swipe it away before he can, and he draws back, hurt.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Embracing my throne means accepting my responsibility to assist Ashwin. “We need to keep our distance now that—”
“No need to explain.” Deven adjusts the cuffs of his jacket with short, irritated jerks. “It would reflect poorly on the empire for the kindred to favor her guard.”
“It’s only for a little while.” I seek out his understanding, but his expression remains defensive.
Ashwin appears at the door. “Kalinda,” he says tentatively, gauging Deven’s scowl and oppositional posture. “Indah is asking for us.”
“I’m coming,” I say, leaning into my cane. Even though Deven is upset with me, he hovers close, as though expecting me to topple.
Anu, please don’t let my legs give out or I’ll never hear the end of it.
By gods’ virtue, I cross the wheelhouse on my own, and Ashwin leads the way.
2
DEVEN
I grab my sword from behind the wheelhouse door and follow the click-clack of Kali’s cane. Since sustaining her injuries, her already tall, lean frame has thinned to frailty. She stoops over like a crane, her healing leg quaking from exertion.
Skies, she’s stubborn.
Helping her would be easier if she would quit interpreting my aid as her failing. She is not weak; she is in need. Before the Voider blasted her with his cold-fire, Kali shone bright as the sun and enchanted nature-fire into a huge, fiery dragon. It hurts to see her struggling.
Indah and two more Lestarian Aquifiers use their powers to guide our skiff across the choppy delta waters. I managed to avoid seasickness on the smooth-flowing river, but my stomach is less enthused about the open water. On either side of the inlet, the coastline stretches into the distance, dotted with palm trees along alabaster beaches. The rest of my party line up at the rail, staring at the waiting ship.
The larger watercraft is more suitable for open seas, with a flat bottom, high bow, and lower stern. I estimate its length at three hundred cubits and width about half that size. The exterior has been painted a true blue, and the prow is shaped into the head of a sea dragon. The military vessel has a single mast but no sails or steering oar. Aquifier sailors stationed on the starboard and port sides power the vessel. Hollow barrels are mounted at the stern—water cannons. The Lestarian Navy protects merchant and passenger vessels from the raiders that troll these waters. A serpentine sea dragon, mirroring the prow, decorates the amethyst flag snapping in the wind atop the mast.
We reach the navy vessel and stop before the teak hull inscribed with the name Enki’s Heart. Pons throws the line up to the sailors. They fasten it and drop a rope ladder. I climb the ladder first. Two older official-looking men wait to greet us on the pristine deck. The crew consists of men and women, all in baggy knee-length trousers and tunics.
One of the older men with a long white beard holds a trident as I would a staff. He is chewing a wad of something green—mint? I heard mint chewing is a popular pastime among sailors. The Lestarians watch me with their golden eyes. I leave my sword sheathed and return their scrutiny.
Prince Ashwin arrives next and then helps Kali off the ladder. I do not react, pretending her accepting his help does not bother me, but I want to pitch him overboard. I barely restrained myself earlier when I saw him kiss her cheek. A seemingly harmless act, except that he holds the power to force her to wed him. She believes he will not, but I am slow to trust anyone dense enough to release a demon.
Yatin and Natesa come aboard next. Natesa leaves her hand free for the dagger at her waist, mistrustful of the strangers. Yatin’s daunting size and ropy beard cause the strangers to shift nervously, even if he is mild unless provoked.