Hijack the Seas: Seismic by Karen Chance

Author:Karen Chance [Chance, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Karen Chance
Published: 2024-08-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

I didn’t recognize it at first since my body was still shuddering as if I had fallen from a height and because I’d never seen this place before, having only been allowed to kick my filthy human heels in the atrium. But I was pretty sure of the location anyway. There was an elaborate table serving as a desk, gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows looking out at the undersea world, and enough sumptuous carpets, fine paintings, gilt mosaics, and expensive spell light to do a king proud.

If there was any doubt about Feltin’s pretensions, one look at that office would have dispelled them. Not that I needed it. Because he was talking.

“What do you mean they missed them?”

It would be more accurate to say that he was yelling, although he didn’t need to; the guard with the purple-dipped hair in front of him was only about a foot away. He looked like one of those who’d attacked us, to the point that I felt my fist clenching and Pritkin’s hand on my arm tightening. But this soldier wasn’t splattered with red like the one behind him, with his shiny armor streaked like someone had thrown a bucket of paint over it.

Or had bled out in his arms, because he was looking furious.

The guy at his side, the only other occupant of the room, wasn’t looking like much of anything except half dead. His pretty complexion was burnt all along one side, making me think of Enid and how he’d match her soon if he survived. Only that didn’t seem to be likely, especially as he’d just sank to one knee.

“He needs a healer,” his blood-splattered buddy said, only to recoil slightly when Feltin got in his face.

And there was something about that movement, like a bird of prey swooping down on a mouse, that made me blink. I’d seen someone else move like that not so long ago. Someone else . . .

Who shouldn’t be here.

Or maybe I was finally losing my mind, I thought, staring at Feltin’s surfer-boy good looks. They were draped in a royal blue robe glittering with embroidery and open at the front to show off the finely sculpted lines of his chest. A pair of matching long, silky trousers, barely clinging to his hip bones, completed the look, which was topped off by a mane of rumpled blond hair that appeared to have air-dried after having agitated fingers run through it.

He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, but he hadn’t been to bed, had he? He’d been here, drying off after getting dunked in the ballroom and pacing the floor in his bare feet, waiting for the news that we were dead. This must have occurred hours ago, but Faerie was just showing it to us now.

Because Alphonse had been wrong.

Tony wasn't the problem, or if he was, he had help.

And then I saw it again, not a glimpse this time, but a ghostly face pushing out of Feltin’s. A very familiar ghostly face. And, suddenly, a lot of things began to make sense.

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