Chapter 31

“Of course. If that’s what you wish once you’re told we can get out of here. Now, eat.” Tresilian’s voice lowered in timbre and the deep, reverberating quality made Midnight shiver with an unknown delight.

“Very well.” To his surprise, the fish stock wasn’t as unpalatable as it had sounded. And, even better, it didn’t disagree with him, although when some full fish were brought in for Tresilian a few minutes later, Midnight couldn’t stomach the notion of eating one.

“I was never a fan of fish.” Midnight sighed. “Now it’s all I’m able to eat.”

“Never mind. Once you’re well enough to get around, we can return to the ship, and make sure she’s able to fly once more. Then we need to know what Voltaire’s found out about the weapon that was meant to be here.”