Pirate Consort (Telepathic Space Pirates Book 2) by Carysa Locke

Author:Carysa Locke [Locke, Carysa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evershade Publishing
Published: 2018-05-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“I thought you’d be angry.” Sebastian’s voice was subdued. It was just the two of them. Fortifying tea had not been enough, and weariness finally drove Vashti to rest. Mercy and Sebastian left her quarters, and shared a silent walk back to Mercy’s room. He finally spoke as they approached the door. “I was certain of it.”

Mercy glanced down at her wrist. “Because you gave me a wearable piece of my grandmother’s mind? The grandmother who tried to kill me. Oh, and apparently she can now invade my dreams, or pull me into hers, or something like that.” She looked over at him. “And give me a headache so strong I throw up. Yeah. I thought I’d be mad, too. But I’m not.”

She gave a shrug, passing her palm over the door lock. It slid open. “I think maybe the whole end-of-the-universe-as-we-know-it vibe might have displaced my anger.”

His mouth twitched. “It’s a lot to process.”

That was an understatement. Mercy was about to step inside when something prickled at her awareness. A sound, out of place. She stopped, listening. Sebastian went still beside her.

Sounds aboard ship could travel in odd, unexpected ways. It was often the layout, the way one corridor fed into another. Or the way air circulated. Sometimes, a sound from one deck could echo on another.

Of course, the last time she’d felt something out of place, a bomb had nearly killed her.

But Sebastian merely cocked his head, his posture relaxed.

“This way,” he said.

He moved quickly down the corridor, all the way to the end, where it split into two directions. He stopped beside a panel she’d never noticed before. The seams were practically invisible, a thin, barely perceptible line in the wall. It slid open, seemingly of its own accord, but she realized Sebastian must have triggered it via the ship’s own commands.

The sound became much more distinct. Weeping, quickly muffled. Sebastian cocked his head, looking at Mercy. A girl, he said in her mind. One of the Veritas agents you absorbed with Rani’s defeat. The youngest of the lot. Seventeen. The teleporter.

Ophelia, Mercy told him. Her name is Ophelia.

Well, Ophelia is huddled inside one of our maintenance tunnels, usually utilized only by maintenance drones and bots. He paused. I don’t believe she is hurt. At least physically.

The sound of crying had stopped, the silence now so complete that Mercy wondered if the girl was holding her breath.

Or, given that Ophelia was a teleporter, she might have simply left.

She is still inside, Sebastian said. There are nanites in every part of this ship. Even if she teleports, I will be able to track her.

Mercy stuck her head inside the opening. “Hello?”

She’d had a handful of conversations with the Veritas agents who had stayed after Willem Frain’s death. Enough to tell them they were as much her people as the pirates, to encourage them to embrace their new lives, and to offer to listen if any of them wanted to talk further.

There was an understandable amount of resentment. They didn’t choose to be here.

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