I brace myself against Tzain and Amari as another large wave crashes against the iron boat. Unlike the Warri Sea off the coast of Ilorin, the Lokoja Sea is phosphorescent; beneath the water plankton glow bright blue, making the sea sparkle like the stars in the sky. It would be an incredible sight if we weren’t packed into the boat so tightly. Between Kenyon’s team and a dozen of Ro?n’s crew, we’re forced to squeeze in side by side with men we can’t trust.
Ignore them, I coach myself turning to the ocean to revel in the familiarity of sea-salt spray on my skin. Closing my eyes, I can almost imagine myself back in Ilorin, back with the fish. With Baba. Before all of this began, back when my biggest worry was a graduation match.
I stare at my hands, thinking of everything that’s passed since then. I thought this close to the solstice I would feel something again, but still no magic runs through my veins.
Oya, please. I clench my fists and pray. Sky Mother. Everyone. I’m trusting you.
Don’t let me be wrong.
“Are you alright?” Amari whispers. Though her voice is gentle, her amber eyes are knowing.
“Just cold.”
Amari tilts her head, but she doesn’t pry. Instead, she laces her fingers through mine and looks back out at the sea. Her touch is kind. Forgiving. Like she already knows the truth.
“We’ve got company, boss.”
I whip around to find the silhouettes of large, three-masted warships on the horizon. There’s far too many to count. The wooden beasts cut through the water, metal plates marking the cannons lining their decks. Though they fade into the sea’s mist, the moonlight illuminates Or?sha’s seal. My chest tightens at the sight and I close my eyes, willing the image away—
—the heat intensifies my pain as the knife rips through my back. No matter how much I scream, the darkness never comes. I taste my own blood—
“Zél?”
Amari’s face swims through the blackness. I squeeze her hand so hard her knuckles crack. I open my mouth to apologize, but I can’t form the words. A sob threatens to creep up my throat.
Amari puts her other hand around me and turns to Ro?n. “Can we avoid them?”
Ro?n pulls a collapsible telescope from his pocket and presses it against his eye. “That one’s easy, but not the fleet behind it.”
He hands me the telescope, but Amari comes to my rescue and snatches it away. Her body goes rigid as she takes in the sight.
“Skies,” she curses. “Father’s battleships.”
Saran’s cold eyes flash into my mind and I whip around, gripping the wooden ledge of Ro?n’s boat to stare out at the sea.
I wouldn’t be doing my job as king if I didn’t remind you what you are.
“How many?” I manage to croak, but that isn’t what I want to ask.
How many of his lieutenants are on the ships?
How many wait to scar me again?
“At least a dozen,” Amari answers.
“Let’s take another path,” Tzain offers.
“Don’t be foolish.” The mischievous glint in Ro?n’s gray eyes reignites. “Let’s take the closest ship.”
“No,” Amari objects. “That will give us away.”
“They’re in our way. And by the looks of it, they’re headed to this island, too. What better way to get there than on one of their own warships?”
I stare at the colossal vessels in the crashing sea. Where’s Inan? If Saran’s aboard one of those ships, is Inan with him?
The thought is too hard to speak out loud. I lift up another silent prayer. If any god above cares for me, I’ll never have to face Inan again.
“Let’s do it.” Dozens of faces turn to me, but I keep my gaze on the sea. “If all those ships are headed to the island, we have to be smarter, efficient.”
“Exactly.” Ro?n tilts his head in my direction. “K?to, head for the nearest ship.”
As the boat speeds up, my heart beats with enough force to break free of my rib cage. How will I face Saran again? What good will I be without my magic?
I grab my staff with shaking hands and flick to expand it.
“What’re you doing?”
I look up to find Ro?n at my side.
“We need to take the warship.”
“Love, that’s not how this works. You hired us for a job. Sit back and let us do it.”
Amari and I glance at each other before turning to the monstrous battleship.
“You really believe you can accomplish this without our help?” Amari asks.
“Taking it is easy. The only question is how fast we can do it.”
He gives a hand signal to two men. They withdraw a crossbow with a hook and rope. Ro?n raises a fist, presumably to release the arrows, but pauses and turns to me. “What’s your limit?”
“What?”
“What are we allowed to do? Personally, I prefer a clean throat slit, but with the sea, drowning could be efficient, too.”
The ease with which he speaks of ending human life sends a chill through my skin. It’s the calm of a man who fears nothing. The calm that sits in Saran’s eyes. Though I can’t sense the spirits of the dead right now, I don’t want to imagine how many spirits would swarm around Ro?n.
“No killing.” The order surprises me, but as soon as it leaves my lips, it feels right. So much blood has already been spilled. Whether we win or lose tomorrow, these soldiers don’t need to die.
“You’re no fun,” Ro?n groans before turning to his men. “You heard her—take them out, but keep them breathing.”
A few mercenaries grumble and my heart shivers; how often is death their first answer? Before I get a chance to ask, Ro?n flicks out two sharp fingers.
The crossbow releases and hooks through the wooden hull of the ship.
Ro?n’s biggest man ties the end of the rope around his massive frame to keep it secure.
The mercenary Ro?n calls K?to rises from the boat’s steering wheel and makes his way to the newly taut rope.
“Pardon,” K?to mutters in Or?shan as he brushes past. Though a mask obscures much of his face, he shares Ro?n’s coloring and angular eyes. But where Ro?n has been brash and taunting, K?to has only been cordial and serious.
K?to reaches the other side of the boat and pulls on the rope to test its hold; satisfied, he jumps on and wraps his legs around it. My lips part in surprise as he shimmies up with the speed of a bat-eared foxer. Within seconds, K?to disappears over the railing, fading into the blackness of the other ship.
A weak grunt sounds, followed by another; a few moments later K?to reappears to give the go-ahead. As the last of his men board the ship, Ro?n beckons to me.
“Level with me, my mysterious maji. What will the gods give me if I take down this boat? Do I get to say what I’m interested in, or do they already know?”
“It doesn’t work like that—”
“Or maybe I need to impress them?” Ro?n talks over me, pulling his mask over the bridge of his nose. “What do you think I’ll get if I clear this boat in five minutes?”
“You won’t get anything if you don’t shut your mouth and go.”
His eyes crinkle through the holes of the mask; I have no doubt his foxer smile shines behind it. With a wink, he climbs up and we’re left to wait with only the mercenary anchoring the rope as company.
“Ridiculous.” I click my tongue. Five minutes for a boat of that size? The deck alone looks like it could support the whole army. They’ll be lucky to take it at all.
We sit in the night, cringing at the faint screams and grunts from above. But after the initial skirmish, the sounds fade into silence.