Whisper of Blood by James Dale

Author:James Dale [dale, james]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

"He's a nice enough man," Thessa whispered quietly as they followed the servant girl. "For a pirate, I mean. He reminds me somewhat of my father. Courteous but a trifle abrupt sometimes. Do you think our meeting went well?"

"It's difficult to say," Braedan replied in the same low tone. "I do know he was thoroughly impressed with you. You had him wrapped around your little finger from the moment he laid eyes on you." He thought it best not to mention the admiral's parting words to him, especially the fact that they were for all intents and purposes prisoners until the council decided what to do with them.

"It seems I have some small talent in that area," the young woman admitted with a mischievous smile.

"So, I've noticed," Jack laughed quietly. "What would your prince say if he knew you were manipulating men so shamelessly?"

Thessa grew quiet and Braedan realized he had made a mistake mentioning her fiancé. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Apology accepted," she sighed, squeezing his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

Margarete stopped, arriving at the room prepared for the countess. "This is yours m'Lady. Lieutenant Braedan's is just across the hall."

"Thank you, Margarete," Thessa replied, smiling at the servant girl. "For everything."

"M'Lady," the girl curtsied.

"Good night Thessa," Braedan kissed her on the forehead. "Pleasant dreams."

"Good night my champion," she whispered, hugging him tightly.

Jack opened the door for her and she went inside.

"This way sir," said Margarete, walking across the hall and opened the door to his room. As he passed by her, she placed her hand on his arm. "Is there is anything I can do for you?" she smiled seductively. "Anything at all?" There was no mistaking what her offer implied.

"No, thank you Margarete," he replied quickly.

"If you change your mind, my room is at the end of this hall. Second door on the right," she winked, then turned and walked away with a saucy sway of shapely hips.

Jack shook his head in dismay, then closed his door, and locked his door.

His room was simply furnished but comfortable, reflecting the taste of the estate's owner. There was a large bed, covered with thick, down filled blankets and pillows, a stone fireplace with the wood already burned down to glowing embers and a nightstand beside the bed on which a bottle of wine and two glasses were thoughtfully resting. Braedan wondered if Margarete had placed them there, confident of her own charms, or if Kailmax had ordered them hoping either the servant girl or Thessa would be spending the evening in his quarters, keeping him from mischief.

This room did not have any doors opening out onto a balcony overlooking the harbor however, only small, high windows. Jack guessed this was not an oversight on the part of his host, but a simple way to ensure they did not leave the estate by any exit that wasn't guarded. Kailmax wasn't taking any chances.

Braedan walked over to the fireplace, picked up an iron poker resting against the stones, and stirred the coals, contemplating his next move.

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