Pirate Throne by Carysa Locke

Author:Carysa Locke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ProtoStar Publications

Chapter Twelve

Incredibly, Reaper and Mercy somehow made it to Ghost and Declan without encountering any further predators — of either kind, human or beast. Their pace was slow, both out of caution and in Mercy's case, injury. Reaper’s arm didn’t seem to slow him down, but the more Mercy walked, the more pain stabbed through her knee. She kept pace as best as she could and didn't utter a word of complaint.

Her own injuries were minor compared to Reaper’s. The fact that his was still bleeding heavily was not good, but he refused to do more than put pressure on the wound through his armor’s compression capabilities until they reached the others.

So Mercy did her best to keep up. By the time they reached their destination, she was walking with gritted teeth and counting every step. When she stopped, she stood with all of her weight on the right leg.

Ghost stepped out of the shadows. "Boss." His gaze went immediately to Reaper's arm. Without a word, he swung his pack off his shoulders and pulled out a medical kit.

Reaper shrugged out of his shirt and Mercy winced at the deep furrows that started at his shoulder and tore down his bicep. Dirt crusted along the skin and blood started flowing freely the instant he removed the pressure.

“Damn," Declan said, coming to stand next to Mercy. “What the hell did you guys run into?"

They were all keeping their voices low. Mercy flicked a glance at him.

"Should I start with the slavers, the mercs, or the beasts?" she asked.

“Shit, when you guys find trouble, you don’t mess around. How’d you get away?”

“By killing them.”

For the first time since she'd known him, something like respect gleamed in Delcan's dark eyes. He looked her up and down, obviously checking her for injuries. She had no doubt she looked a mess. Her hair was soaked and matted, the braid half undone and dripping icy water down her back. Mud covered her from head to toe.

“You all right?" Declan asked.

Not really. She shrugged. "Bruised up. Not like Reaper."

His gaze moved to her consort. Ghost was cleaning the wounds. It had to be excruciating, but Reaper was completely expressionless.

"Tell me about the door," Reaper said.

Declan gestured. "It's right here. Some kind of strange material I've never seen before. Can't even scratch it. And we tried. Ghost can't get through. Seems locked up pretty damn tight, like they really wanted to keep whatever's in there safe."

He walked a few feet beyond where Ghost and Reaper stood. Mercy followed him, allowing herself to limp now that they weren't hauling ass across two and half kilometers of city. Reaper caught her arm as she passed him.

“As soon as Ghost is done with this, we’re taking care of your knee. Try not to move much until then.”

She wasn’t sure he’d noticed, but she should have known better. Of course he had. Injuries never escaped Reaper, and only the urgency of their situation had required them to ignore it temporarily.

“I’ll be careful.” She smiled at him before limping slowly after Declan.

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