Gild (The Plated Prisoner #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,94

and comes forward. “Right. I’ll take you to the other ships if you’re ready.”

The commander pauses, casting a glance at the saddles, at me.

“Fine,” he says, nodding tersely. “Captain, my soldiers and I will be moving out on the hour.” With that, he turns and walks down the ramp, six of his soldiers following behind him. The other six stay where they are, hands clasped in front of them, heads straight ahead to stand watch.

Captain Fane’s mouth tightens, but he turns to his men. “Put the trunk in my quarters.”

The two carrying the trunk immediately rush off to follow his order.

The captain casts a look at the saddles, eyes lingering on the ones with their eyes cast downward, their dresses still torn, shivering in still-damp clothes.

He glances down the line at a couple of his men. “Put the whores in the dining room until the commander returns for them. We don’t need one of them trying to get any ideas about jumping overboard so they don’t have to go with him. He’s already paid, and I’m not giving any of that gold back.”

I’m not certain, but I think I hear one of the soldiers snort.

“Aye, Cap.”

The saddles turn and dutifully begin to head toward the kitchen, three Red Raids leading the way. I go with the herd, my head lowered, my mind spinning. I almost make it to the dining room when my arm is grabbed, as is Rissa’s beside me.

“Quiet.” Captain Fane snaps the word to us like a whip, his grip unyielding.

The saddles near us glance over, but with the look of the captain’s face, they quickly look away. Without a sound, Rissa and I are pulled from the group and led toward the captain’s quarters instead. We’re lost in the mix, so the soldiers don’t see—or maybe they just don’t care.

My heart stutters in place, my feet stumbling their steps. A cold sweat breaks over my skin, chilling me instantly.

“Rip might think he’s so fucking clever, but I’ll be damned if I don’t enjoy you before he takes you with him,” Captain Fane mutters.

Terror splits me in half, threatens to topple me. Beside me, Rissa’s back stiffens.

“I went through a lot of fucking trouble to get here in time. I’ve earned a taste,” he grumbles, as if talking to himself.

My fear mixes with resentment. Anger.

This was supposed to be my one measly reprieve—mine and the saddles’. It’s only fair. If we get sold to the devil, the demons shouldn’t get to torment us.

But as I’m dragged closer and closer to the captain’s quarters, it becomes abundantly clear that there will be no such reprieve. I’m not escaping Captain Fane’s abuse.

All because he wants a taste.

Like we’re something to digest, to consume, to devour.

Why am I so cursed to endure the greed of men? Is it simply the gild of my skin? Or is it something more, something deeper, something inside of me that brought me this life?

The answer, I suppose, doesn’t matter. But the question still burns. It burns just as much as the scar on my throat.

I share a look with Rissa. Her blue eyes troubled, her brows lowered down, both of us trying to keep up with the constant spin of our fate.

The captain stops us at his door and fishes out his key, while the two pirates carrying the trunk of coins wait off to the side. As the captain shoves his key into the lock and lets the men in to deposit the trunk, my face lifts to the sky, my eyes searching, seeking.

But just like every time when anything bad has ever happened to me, there are no stars out. No light. No soft, glimmering shine. Just murky clouds over an endless night.

I keep waiting for rescue to come, for a dawn to bloom, for a star to hatch, for a hope to surface.

But it doesn’t.

It doesn’t, and I’m pulled into the room, away from the sky, like a candle’s flame snuffed at its wick.

Chapter Thirty-Six

The captain’s quarters aren’t much to look at.

Although, I’ve probably inherited some unreasonable expectations. Living in a solid gold castle will do that to a girl.

But I take in the room, every inch of it, focusing my eyes with unwavering intent, because I need the distraction—the focus. Any diversion other than the captain locking the door behind us. It sounds louder than my cage ever did.

I keep my gaze forward, fixated on the best part of the room. It’s a large set of windows that spans the