Siren - Hazel Grace Page 0,38
his heels to face me. “How were you not affected by her song?”
I smirk. “Can’t tell you all my secrets now, can I?”
He frowns, his peppered gray brows descend down his haggard face. The man hasn’t seen sleep in years, too focused and hell-bent on his next capture and kill mission.
The moment he doesn’t see me budge, he cracks a grin.
“Alright, lad,” he claims with a chuckle. “Fair enough. Are you going to sell her?”
“She’s yours.” Bile begins to rise from my stomach to my throat as I shove the words from my lips.
His brows furrow. “Mine?”
“It was your birthday last week, wasn’t it?” I clasp my hands behind my back to keep them from plowing into his skull. He doesn’t deserve shit from me, but this is a sacrifice that has to be made to keep him away from Davina.
And I hate him with my entire fucking being.
His blue eyes widen like a little child’s. “You remembered.” He marches toward me and clasps me into his bulky arms. “She’s a beaut and a fine piece for my collection.”
“Collection?”
He releases me. “I’ve begun collecting them.”
I frown. “I don’t understand.”
“We skin ‘em, like fish.” He makes a hand movement of slicing something with a filet knife. “I have them hanging in my corridors as decoration, and soon I’ll have enough to decorate my ship with.”
You stupid son of a bitch.
I force back my cringe, my body weakening at the thought of Davina or one of her sisters being peeled and abraded then thrown up like an ornament.
“Would you like to come take a—”
“I’m on my way to Saint Bernards to look for Lorne,” I profess quickly. “He’s been sighted on—”
“You’re still looking for him?” His brows snap together.
“I am.”
His face softens. “Boy, he’s grown up now. How would you even know it's him?”
“I’ll know.”
And slightly in denial.
“You’ve been chasing him around for years,” my uncle professes, waving his hand around in the air. “How do you know he’s even still ali—”
“Call it a personal pursuit,” I recite. “Besides I’m on my way over there anyway.”
My uncle stares at me a second longer then bows his head. “Alright. Will you be in Port Royal for the Founder’s celebration?”
“I didn’t plan on it but—”
“Come,” he orders. “You look like you’ve been on the sea for too long and you need a woman. You’re looking a little pale.”
I set my jaw and give him a brief nod. I need more than that.
Ordering his men to take my captive to his ship, my uncle hollers at my crew to stay true to their captain, like they need the reminder.
Setting his attention back on me, he slaps my shoulder again. “You take care of yourself out there,” he says. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
“See you then.”
With one last smile that exhibits a gold tooth, he leaves my ship. The tension in the air going off with him.
I do have to go to Saint Bernards to find Lorne. Then, I need to go back to Davina and tell her to keep her sisters within her realm. The moment any of them set off, I can’t protect them from my own kind, and I swore to keep them protected. The price of keeping her safe and the role I have to play to keep my uncle away from her home is large.
And it’s the only fucking way I know how. Because if I can get past the veil as well as the Viking, who knows who else can.
Dinner would’ve been delicious if I could focus on it. If my father wasn’t glaring at Dagen then diverting it to me as if I was some smitten girl around a handsome, dangerous man that I planned on keeping forever at my side.
I didn’t plan on keeping him.
I decided on using and disposing of him in two different scenarios, depending on how all this went. I’d either give him to my sisters or let him go free. The latter was going to subject me to a lot of yelling, chastising, and bickering, but I wasn’t as blood starved as my siblings. Nor did I like the cleanup afterward.
But with my father here, things were going to escalate, and Dagen’s presence means he might stay longer.
Don’t get me wrong, I love when he’s here. He reminds me of home, the only living parent I have left, and he loves me dearly, even though his eyes speak of wanting to beat the stupid out of me right now. It is foolish,