Tarnished Journey: Historical Paranormal Romance (Soul Dance Book 4) by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel [Gimpel, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ann Gimpel Books, LLC
Published: 2017-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Night came and went, followed by much of the following day. Stewart made a point of finding things to busy himself with on deck. He hadn’t wanted to run into Yara, and apparently she felt the same because she hadn’t poked her head out since telling him he had a ship to tend to.

He pressed his lips into a tight line, tasting salt from the ever-present spray. So far, they’d had decent winds. Absent anything unexpected—and he hadn’t sensed a thing to suggest adverse weather—they’d make port sometime tomorrow. They’d been fortunate demons hadn’t staged a return visit to exact revenge. By now, whoever sent them surely knew they hadn’t been successful retrieving the gold, and they must be frantic and furious.

A lethal combination, if ever there was one, but he didn’t dwell on that.

He checked the rigging, adding more canvas at a nod from Vreis who stood at the helm. He, Cadr, and Vreis had taken turns as helmsman, with Jamal, Gregor, and Elliott hanging about anxious to learn the fine points of sailing. Back in bird form, Meara squawked encouragement from the rigging. Or maybe it was criticism. If she’d wanted to be understood, she’d have switched to telepathy, and she hadn’t been so inclined.

Days were short this time of year. A gray-toned sunset splashed across the western horizon. Not particularly colorful, but at least it wasn’t raining, and the wind was manageable.

Yara’s absence bothered him. A lot. It had taken all his considerable self-discipline not to hunt her down for a heart-to-heart. The only reason he hadn’t was because he couldn’t stand to have her repeat her message that he’d presumed too much.

Aye, if I give her a wee bit of time to mull things over, things may improve.

Or not.

Her absence argued for the or not side of things. She was outspoken enough she’d have let him know if she changed her mind. He ground his teeth together. There it was. When he next laid eyes on her, the wisest path would be to give her plenty of space. No reason to make the lass even more uncomfortable than she already was, regardless of the pain carving its way through him.

Alone had become a way of life, and it wasn’t about to change.

As he thought about it, Rhiannon hadn’t acknowledged him, either. He didn’t consider what that might mean until long after she’d left. It was always possible she hadn’t seen him. She’d been focused on Manandan and Yara, but the gods weren’t limited in the same way humans—even humans with magic—were.

Omnipotent and invincible, the gods might not choose to act on knowledge, but it was there for the taking if they focused their attention on it.

I’m overthinking this. She knew I was there, but ’twasn’t a situation for exchanging pleasantries. Besides, if she realized what happened betwixt Yara and me below decks and dinna approve, I’d be dead.

The backhanded reassurance didn’t wipe away his concerns. Rhiannon’s parting words to Yara had been that they’d meet again, which meant something was simmering and about to unfold…

He stared at the vulture.

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