The Audient and The Phantom Night: A Dark Fantasy Romance (The Aeglecian Seas) by Sadie Hewitt

Author:Sadie Hewitt [Hewitt, Sadie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter seventeen

Devlin

Devlin pulled the stained linen over the old captain’s ashen face. He sucked in deep breaths, despite the stale smell of room, and absently toyed with the pair of dice still in his hand. Something unseen sat on his chest, weighing him down until his heart began to ache, as though someone had taken a sharp knife to each individual vessel.

Frustration clattered through him, pounding against his ears and hardening his stomach into knots. It was a pinched tension, a growing pressure that forced him to replay the scene of his own death again and again and again.

How Devlin had stood over her dead body. How he had begged and pleaded for her soul. How it had been on deaf ears until…

A prickling on the back of his neck pulled Devlin from his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder, unsurprised to see the figure standing amongst the shadows. At first glance, the figure appeared to be a man. His dark hair was shoulder length and pulled into a bun at the back of his head, loose locks framing the sharp angles of his face. When Devlin looked closer, though, he knew the man was much more.

There was an aura that surrounded him, a silent power that Devlin knew not to tempt. He was a fraction too tall, a little too good looking, and the muscles that strapped his shoulders were a smidge too defined.

“Liddros,” Devlin mused, squaring his shoulders to face the god that stood before him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Liddros pushed away from the wall, his boots scuffing heavily against the wooden floor. He bore no weapons in the belt at his waist, merely folded his hands at his front as he approached the middle of the cabin. The action was not lost on Devlin and a shudder coiled at the base of his neck.

“I thought the storm I sent was enough of a warning for you.” Liddros paused to stare pointedly down at the body of the old captain. “I mustn't have made much of an impact.”

Devlin crossed his arms over his chest. The sleeves of his tunic pulled away from his wrists, revealing the thick swirls of black that had been tattooed on him the moment he accepted the proposal from Liddros all of those years ago. “Your storm was well received, as you know—”

“And yet you allowed three men to pass beyond my reach, placing their souls in the hands of my brother,” Liddros snapped. Devlin’s spine straightened in silent reply. “You don’t work for the God of Death, you work for me.”

Devlin shook his head, gesturing toward the shrouded captain behind him. “He was old, there were no years left for him—”

“And that is for me to decide, not you.” Liddros stepped forward again, his frame towering a few inches above Devlin’s. His hand shot forward, clamping tightly around Devlin’s throat. “I’ve been patient with you, captain. I’ve allowed this ridiculous game of yours to continue while other captains take what is mine.

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