Chapter 51

Skurve ran a thick finger down her cheek. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

Shaela turned her head away from his rancid breath. “I won’t tell you.”

“Ah! But you have spirit! I hate that in a woman.” Turning to Airk, Skurve shook his finger. “You haven’t broken her yet, Ranon. I’m disappointed.”

The outlaw’s poise was casual—he leaned back, arms crossed. His voice was dangerously low as he replied, “She won’t let me.”

Skurve raised an eyebrow. “Then maybe I should try. You always were too soft on them.” He rubbed his hands together. “So mates, what should I do with these trespassers?”

Shouts rang out from the men. “Keel-haul ‘em! Make ‘em walk the plank! Hold ‘em hostage!” The captain held up his hand for silence.

“We’re not trespassers!” Estelle cried before Dreux could quiet her. “The sea belongs to everyone.”