She turned to look at Declan and gauge his reaction, but he didn’t seem to have one.
“Do you care to tell me what you and Malcolm were holding back by the caves?”
“Maybe we should get a drink.”
“Just tell me,” Desiree said out of patience.
Declan opened his mouth to speak but he closed it again as his eyes tracked movement in the distance. Desiree turned to see what had his attention and her eyes brightened in surprise to see Bluebell gliding on the wind towards Devlin’s ship, yellow ribbons waving beneath her.
She circled the sails a few times before landing on the railing next to Desiree. She took the bird in her hand, kissed the bird's head, and gently removed the ribbon. Desiree searched the ribbon for another clue but there was none.
“There’s nothing,” she said showing it to Declan.
“Maybe she didn’t mean to release it to you,” he suggested.