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“No. You can rot for all I care.”
“I don’t think your captain is going to like hearing that.”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as you rot in hell.”
“Listen, mate, I don’t think—”
A hand snapped out and reached for him. He did the same. They strangled each other through the cell bars, with more hands joining in.
“Not helping,” Isaiah choked out as Moon’s eager hands couldn’t stop moving. “Moon, damn it, let go—”
Another hand reached out to swipe at the pirate, but Maddox’s legs gave way and his body flattened the two against the door. Isaiah pushed them back, then was thrown forward when there was no barrier anymore. More hands were on him just as the cell door was slammed shut, with him on the other end and Moon and Maddox still inside.
“Let me go.”
“Ven said to separate you from your peers and give you some entertainment. We thought this might do the trick,” Pan sneered, slapping his face twice. The blow landed hard each time and had Isaiah’s ears ringing, but it might have been Moon’s protesting shout. He turned to glare at Pan, refusing to show weakness.
He froze when a figure appeared before him, just as subdued but struggling as if her life depended on it. Nicola was in disguise again, but the wig was gone and her pirate clothes were a mess. Her fangs were out and her eyes were red, and her skin…it was purple.
“What the hell did you do to her?” he snarled, heaving against the weight of hands but getting nowhere. She did the same and managed to uproot two pirates, but three more took their place and held her to the ground. A howl escaped her lips when they kneed her purple marks, her face contorted in an expression of agony.
“You have been holding out on us,mate,”Pan chuckled.“No wonder you got tired of that barmaid easily. You have a weapon and a fuck mate all in one. Enjoy her while your life lasts.”
Isaiah screamed at them, sanity snapping as he pulled on whatever strength he had left. In the end, neither of them could manage anything beyond getting more kicks and punches before they were tossed into another room. A frantic knocking came from the wall as he held Nicola in his lap, her breathing harsh and her body trembling. Fear squeezed him hard when he parted her clothes and found more purplish marks starting from her shoulder, but through the rush of emotions, he focused on her red orbs.
“Drink from me,” he demanded. “Whatever that is, blood will help.”
She shook her head fervently. She thrashed and tried to get away from his grasp, but her earlier struggling with the other pirates had taken its toll on her, and she could no longer fight. In the end, she settled with a scathing look, one that had hope blooming.
“There’s my girl. You will be fine. Come drink, darling.”
A helpless moan slipped out of her throat before her mouth was there, sucking on his neck. He closed his eyes at the onslaught of pain, his body already tired from two vampires consecutively taking his blood. But he held on, determined to be what she needed at this moment.
After a while, he tapped on the wall three times, then tapped some more until Moon quieted down. Then Isaiah carried Nicola to the bedroom and prayed for the best.
Chapter 15
Waking up to silence and an unfamiliar bed sent Nicola’s body on instant alert, an instinct born from living in a house where power and ambition were always at play. But common sense dictated she was no longer under that house, not when too many memories popped up post-Ostrov Krov. The ship. The stowaway situation. The Sky. Getting caught in the second ship because the sun didn’t set down early enough, and Ven’s men had been ready for her.
Oh, yes, then there was the poison.
She leaped out of bed, ready for the figure approaching her and flipping it to the mattress. She straddled the wriggling physique, locking limbs into place and ready to wreak havoc on the unfortunate soul dumb enough to think he could mess with her—
“Darling.”
Recognition blazed at the voice, then the body growing still under her. Brown eyes cemented it as she looked into them, noting the relief before gentle hands caressed her skin, particularly her shoulder.
“Isaiah,” she breathed out. Then, “Oh, no.”
She looked around, registering that they were in a decent cabin with a decent bed. She gave him a quizzical look.
“Prison,” he replied promptly. “A fancy one, but with cell bars over every possible exit. Moon and Maddox are in the room beside ours. My second escape attempt was thwarted when they beat me up, and then…well, you were there. I couldn’t possibly leave while you were here.”
That had her gaze flying to his body to examine the damage. The initial panic eased when she found scars but no deeper wounds.
“What was the plan?”
“Kidnap the pirate lord. I guess our hidden ace Maddox wasn’t that hidden.”
