Averlon (Trident Cove Book 1) by Devon Vesper

Author:Devon Vesper [Vesper, Devon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magelight Press
Published: 2023-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Faolan

I couldn’t stop running. With the jar of cream clutched to my chest, I only vaguely remembered I hadn’t gotten Averlon’s face taken care of, just his body.

Oh… I had also forgotten to care for his prick, balls, and arse, but I don’t think I could have done that without losing my head like a fired cannonball.

I nearly collided with Barnes, but I called behind me, “Sorry, Barnes!”

He grumbled something uncharitable, but I couldn’t slow down. If I slowed down, I would have to think, and thinking right now would be dangerous. I already had dreams of freedom. I didn’t need to think of anything to make those dreams hurt more than they already did.

I knew Master was a monster, but I didn’t think he could be that evil. Hearing it so baldly made my skin crawl, and my stomach revolt, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in one of Master’s bottles of whiskey and forget the world existed. Just have one moment of peace if the stuff would grant such a thing.

Getting to Master’s quarters, I finally slowed down long enough to open the door, and when I found the entire cabin empty, I sagged against the door to catch my breath. Then I pushed off and put the jar away before going to the basin and cleaning my mouth as Master demanded. I wanted to retch again. I had too much nervous energy, so I paced as my mind whirled like a cyclone. It took all my emotions with it as it spiraled into the abyss and back on an endless loop of panic.

Feck. I was wearing one of his pater’s—his dead pater’s—artifacts.

No, wait. Two artifacts. I drew the healing amulet from my pants pocket and studied it. It felt warm from being so near to my skin. A comforting aura seemed to emanate from it. Was that Averlon’s pater’s energy still embedded in the artifact, or was I imagining things? Why did the pendant feel like it branded my skin?

I wrapped my fingers around it and felt tears burn my eyes. I wiped them away with the back of my hand. If Master found me crying, he would ask unfortunate questions I wouldn’t know how to answer.

I stopped pacing, pocketed the healing amulet, and dropped bonelessly into a chair with my head in my hands. Why did my heart feel like lead? Why did my soul feel like it burned? My eyes watered again, and I went to the wash basin for a damp cloth to rest on my eyes.

Had Master really murdered Averlon’s pater?

Had he done it on purpose?

When I saw the nets coming in, I couldn’t see what we’d caught until it was out of the water, so it could have been an accident. But how would Averlon’s pater have broken his neck if the net hadn’t jerked somehow? Had it been a wave? Or had something else moved the ship in a sharp way that facilitated his death?

It made sense that it could have happened by accident.

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