Warrior Mage_Chains Of Honor [Book 1] by Lindsay Buroker

Author:Lindsay Buroker [Buroker, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2015-04-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“His ship’s this way,” Arayevo said.

She was leading the way now, with Yanko, Lakeo, and Dak following. A few of the crew members were trotting down the boardwalk ahead of them, but more had veered into the city after escaping the prison. Yanko didn’t know if that was because they had friends or relatives to visit or because they simply wanted to enjoy a night of freedom before returning to their captain. He just hoped they did return of their own volition—and soon. It might be after midnight, but Yanko would prefer to leave right away rather than delaying another day.

“It hasn’t been impounded?” Dak asked.

“I don’t think so,” Arayevo said. “The cargo was, and we were, but Minark has a way of finding mouse holes to hide in. He bribes people when necessary. Blackmail on occasion. That’s how we got out of the Turgonian port.” She grinned at Yanko, as if this was a wonderful practice rather than being a crime.

“Minark?” he said, choosing to focus on that instead of the fact that his former babysitter was participating in criminal activity. Besides, who was he to judge? Now that he had freed a crowd of bloodthirsty prisoners?

“Yes, that’s the captain’s name. Shark is a nickname, because he’s fast, he says. I’ve also heard it’s because he’s not above biting people in a fight.”

“Do you think the men we let go will return to him tonight?” Yanko asked. “Does he have their loyalty?”

“Well, he has their pay. I don’t know if everyone will come back—the prison experience was a scary reminder of the risks we take when we smuggle goods—but most of them probably will tonight. Nobody had coin or even a change of clothes in prison.”

That sounded promising. Maybe they could leave tonight. Assuming Shark—Minark—would keep his word and take Yanko and his comrades.

“Will they try to mug Yanko again when they come back?” Lakeo asked.

Yanko glowered. Dak, who hadn’t said a word on the walk back to town, snorted—he actually sounded amused. Maybe he had enjoyed flexing his muscles and doing his bodyguard job when those three thugs had jumped out of the bushes.

“Not if he changes out of that robe.” Arayevo smirked back at him.

“I was planning to.” Less because of attempted muggings and more because wearing it made him a fraud.

“Where did you get it, anyway? Some trunk of your mother’s?”

“Yes.” Yanko would give her the rest of the story eventually, since her father and sister were among the people who had been missing in the village, but he would prefer to do that in the privacy of a cabin, not out here where drunks were staggering along the waterfront, occasionally leaning over the side of the boardwalk to vomit into the water.

“It’s beautiful.” Arayevo took hold of the sleeve, rubbing the material between her fingers. Her hand brushed his arm, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. “Bet you could get a thousand zekris for it.”

“What?”

Arayevo lowered her arm. “Does it do anything magical? Maybe you could get even more.

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