Daughter of Fate: The Life of Elena Mondavi: Pirate, Explorer, Spy and Witch (A 7th Sea Novel Book 1) by John Wick

Author:John Wick [Wick, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: John Wick Presents
Published: 2017-05-15T22:00:00+00:00

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Ivette Francesca Delfina Terrazas found the little shack exactly where she was told to find it. The night was dark and the moon was just a sliver of silver in the sky. She wore her tall leather boots, her sword belt—with a pistol stuck in it—and most importantly, her digger’s coat. She reached into one of its many pockets and took out a small object that looked like a silver watch, but the face was all wrong. Then, she looked at the hut.

Ivette shook her head. “No es bueno,” she said. She put the silver trinket back into a jacket pocket that wasn’t immediately apparent, and she put her hand on her pistol.

For weeks, she’d been waiting for this meeting. Oleg Vasilev was not an easy man to meet. Cost her a small fortune to get this far, showing off the prize he was looking for. He was a collector of rare items. Specifically, artifacts from Syrneth ruins. She had a reputation as a woman who could get said items, but even that wasn’t enough to get the meeting. She had to have one in particular. A prize she stole from that fool pirate. Swindlers are always easy to swindle. Charmers are always easy to charm.

She stepped up to the door of the hut. She knocked three times.

“Enter,” a deep voice said from inside.

Ivette opened the door. The hut was pitch black. She said to the dark room, “I do not like surprises.”

On the other end of the room, a man lit a candle. The light spread into the corners. “My apologies,” he said.

“Oleg,” she said. “All the way from Ussura.”

“Da,” Oleg replied. From the shadows, she saw his huge form, his thick beard, his black matted hair hung around his face like a smoky halo. “I hate this place,” he said. “So let us do this quickly.”

Ivette stepped through the door and closed it behind her. This tiny room in a tiny hut on the edge of a swamp. Ivette stood to the left of the door. Her hand was still on her pistol.

“Show it to me,” Oleg said.

Ivette shook her head. “Show me the Guilders.”

Oleg began to reach under the table, but Ivette drew her pistol, pointing it Oleg’s way.

Oleg put his hands up. “So suspicious, Terrazas,” he said.

“I have reason to be,” Ivette told him. “You think I don’t know your reputation?”

Oleg moved slowly, retrieving a large bag from under the table. He put it down on the wooden planks. “And you think I don’t know yours?”

Ivette’s eyes began to water. She blinked. Then she felt a trickle from her nose. Her fingers began to shake. Oleg began to laugh.

“Maltildo…” she whispered as her knees gave out and her fingers failed and the pistol landed on the hut’s dirt floor. Right next to where her body fell.

Oleg lifted a small item in his left hand. “Something I’ve acquired over my journeys,” he said. “A particularly spectacular find from a Syrneth ruin.”

Ivette said nothing. All she could do was lie on the dirt floor, writhing in pain.

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