Chapter 104

  Present Day

  Sylvin suppressed a sneer as he wound his way through the docks with the Prince Alaeres. Several ships had docked overnight, and the sailors worked at removing cargo. Dripping crates of flapping fish were hoisted by rope overhead and lowered through team effort to the dock below, and there sold to the fishmongers and housewives who gathered to barter.

  A fishmonger worked to gut and debone for those who wished the service performed, the guts scraped away under his boots to fall between the slats of wood that formed the dock into the water below.

  Several weary prostitutes tried their luck with the sailors just arrived, trying to up their nightly take before taking it back to their John. Sylvin’s eye caught on the dark haired, slender form of one woman, his mind immediately leaping to Yelena, the craving striking him hard in the gut. His lips peeled back from his teeth in a snarl.