Chasing Boston: A Brothers of the Otherworld Standalone by Rebecca Grey

Author:Rebecca Grey [Grey, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

12

After The Deal

Millie

Shadows linger in every nook and corner of the ship even though the sun still shines overhead. Most of the crew avoids the curling inky strands of smoke, and their faces go pale when they get too close. I sit on the same bench by the helm as Jac stares off into the ocean. Tendrils of the shadow tickle at the smallest bit of skin that's exposed just above my boots.

I stretch myself across the bench, lying flat on my stomach. My skirt falls down to expose my calves. Dangling my arm, I reach down into the shadow allowing the smoke to curl around my forearm. My skin tingles and the darkness leaves behind a trail of goosebumps. My lips part, the corners teasing at a smile.

"You must have really set him off." Jac scowls down at the darkness under me.

"Why do you say that?"

The smoke stops where the sun hits my arm, it edges around the line and curls like a snake. Fresh air fills my lungs, my eyes feel heavy, and I have the briefest want to curl up with the shade.

"All the darkness." She points. "It comes from him."

My fingers fall open. "Is that why everyone is scared of it? It seems friendly to me."

"I've heard stories of what it can do. Those are not friendly at all."

A heaviness settles in my chest. Not the devil but a son. What he took from those bodies...he took their souls. Boston had been right about one thing. Some legends are real, but he isn't here to tell me he told me so.

"I should talk to him."

Her lips curl in disgust. "I wouldn't. He's moody."

"What? Is he a teenager? I'm not scared of him." I twirl a finger in the smoke before drawing my hand back. It chases after me until it hits the light then retracts.

"You should be."

"You don't seem like you're all that scared of him."

"I know his limits. I know when to be afraid and when not to be."

I push myself up off the bench, standing, then smoothing out my skirt. The smell of smoke clings to the material from our trip through the burning village. My hair has long since fallen out of the pins that had once held it up and is now settled over my shoulders in loose curls.

The days without a break to wash the dirt from my body have left my skin feeling grimy and made me only more nervous of any sort of smell I may be putting off. No one here seems to be as worried about smells as I am, and there isn't so much as a single perfume bottle aboard to help mask the stench of the sweaty crew members.

"I'm going to talk to him." If I'm the one who upset him—though I'm not entirely sure how—then I should help resolve the issue. What if I offended him enough that he doesn't want to keep our deal?

"That's a bad idea."

"So was making a deal with the devil's son, yet here I am.

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