Shattered by the Sea Lord (Lords of Atlantis Book 8) by Starla Night

Author:Starla Night [Night, Starla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ciran emerged from the water that evening to find the sun setting in the sky, the young fry milling around Val aimlessly searching for food, and the women just returning from the lagoon. When they sauntered into the camp, Dannika gave him a look.

His whole body came to attention.

Power emanated from the glow of her chest.

He drew her to his side. “You have done it.”

Dannika grinned. “We’re on our way.”

The other brides glowed equally strong.

Meg clasped Itime’s hands with excitement. “I made my fins!”

He blinked, his usual blankness even more surprised. “In the ocean?”

“In the lagoon.” She forced his hand up and clapped it in a human high-five. “Congratulate me. This is a big step.”

“Congratulations,” he said placidly, and she preened as if he’d gushed compliments.

Angie put her hands on her hips and posed in front of Konomelu. “And I made mine.”

His jaw dropped. “You did? Then, let us go into the ocean now and—”

“No,” Angie said.

Konomelu’s shoulders lowered. “No?”

“First, this is a moment of celebration.”

“Well, yes, but—”

“And second, we have to practice. I have very limited control.”

“Ah, then—”

“And third,” she drew up proudly. “It is past dinner time. Our guests must be starving. I’ll live down a lot of things, Konomelu, but never the reputation of a bad hostess.”

“No, you—”

“And I will deserve the reputation if we don’t put something on the table right now. Everyone?” Angie clapped her hands twice. “Dress and take your positions. It’s time for dinner!”

Everyone sprang into action. The young fry fastened on their loincloth skirts, the older trainees and adults put out the day’s leftovers supplemented with stored supplies, and soon, a full meal spread across the reconstructed table. They lit stinky tallow candles, which, to Ciran’s nose, had no scent.

And they celebrated.

The dinner was lively, with the women engaged in light-hearted jokes to each other, loving comments to their husbands and children, and laughing. So much laughter filled the small enclave. The doom that had hung over their previous night lifted. The young fry played boisterous games and the older trainees indulged with them kindly.

Hope infused the sparkling night.

At the end of the night, Konomelu stood. “My fellow warriors, brides, and guests.”

He smiled at the young fry to show that he included them in the “warriors” part of his greeting.

“Today, thanks to the help of Second Lieutenant Ciran and Queen Dannika, we have a new way to make war on the warriors who confine us. They are the true traitors. And when we save Prince Ankena, everyone will know.”

Angie’s smile faded, along with her soul light, and she crossed her arms.

Hmm. Konomelu himself had said he did not feel fit to lead, and this example of a speech did not rouse or inspire the important listeners.

“In one week’s time, my bride will demonstrate her powers.” He put an arm around Angie’s shoulders. “And then she will make Orike flee like the coward he is.”

She eyed him skeptically.

“In one week.” He squeezed her and straightened again, then raised his arms. “We will crush our opposition, free Prince Ankena, and rule Lusca.

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