The Deviant Future Collection #2 by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais [Langlais, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eve Langlais

Ten

The taste of Shereen lingered on Darius’s lips, but the real frustration throbbed below the belt. Probably a good thing they were interrupted before he did something that might change things forever.

He’d heard enough stories—some short, most tall—to know that kissing a princess was bad. The poor sod kissing had a tendency of being suddenly wedded to a stranger, getting eaten, or turned into some kind of monster. It depended on the tale.

What would be his fate for kissing a princess? Thoroughly, too. And while she was awake. The prince in that story got his head chopped off for kissing without permission.

However, he should have never actually laid his lips on hers. A pirate could not get involved with a princess. He’d just sail her up the river and drop her off.

That was the plan. He could already predict it would fail.

The princess had a way of getting under his skin and leaving it tingling. He didn’t want to ponder what that meant. Actually feared his reaction to her.

The words of his niece came back to haunt him. The part about him leaving his ship to live on land and having a few daughters. The idea had initially terrified, but now… Now he had to wonder if they were miniature Shereen’s. They’d be beautiful, probably stubborn, hopefully not as rambunctious as him.

Beautiful daughters. What kind of cruel prophecy was that for a man? He was well aware what boys thought about girls.

Which was why he’d never settled down with a woman. He glanced back at the cabin he’d left. And he’d especially never hitch himself to a princess, even a retired one. A crazy woman with delusions that she would suddenly inherit a psionic power and wrest back the legacy her father meant to leave her.

A woman who tasted too fucking sweet.

Darius held in a groan as he stepped into the iron bridge, the hot kiss of the morning sun baking his backside. The rocking waves were already calming. Clears skies greeted the day.

About time.

“Looks like whatever was agitating things is done,” he remarked. He clapped his hands and clasped them. “Are we ready to set sail up the Crocanile??”

“Aye, Cap’n,” rumbled Jorah. “I’ve got Ralf in da nest watching for nasties. Aquata and Tanzie are manning da cannons, and Clyde says to tell ya we at ninety-eight percent ‘ficiency.”

He arched a brow. “Impressive.” Usually they topped out at ninety-five. “Did they say anything about the foolishness of our task?”

Jorah shook his head. “They all like da princess, and unlike some people, we embrace our differences.” A not-so-subtle poke that meant he’d heard part of Darius’s argument with Shereen.

“I’ll admit it wasn’t my finest speech. I was just trying to make sure she’s paying attention to the ramifications of her actions.”

“The princess is smart, and da Lazuli aren’t what ya think,” was his cryptic reply.

“What makes you say that?” Darius asked.

“Because I’m not from a isles like I told ya, but Lazuli born. The village at da foot of da Crimson Keep as a matter of fact.

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