“I would rather drag my belly the whole way than get into that boat. I don’t like water, Lark.” She blinked her large green eyes up at me. Yet she’d dived into the water to save me before she’d ever been my familiar. Peta had the heart of a dragon beating inside her chest.
“Not overly fond of it myself, but we all do things we don’t like. Come on, you can sleep the whole way.” I pointed at a small orange padded material with a hole in the middle. A perfect cat bed if I ever saw one.
Sighing, she shifted into her housecat form, then jumped into the boat and settled down. “This is not very comfortable.”
“Stop complaining, bad luck cat,” Cactus said.
She hissed at him but said nothing more. I stepped into the boat last and pushed off the dock with my boot.
“How in the seven hells are we going to get to Greece exactly?” Cactus asked. “Not that I’m doubting you, princess. Just curious.”
I ran my hand over the leather pouch at my side. Ash I would have trusted in an instant, and that was what made me pull the smoky diamond out of the pouch. With a quick flick, I put it on a leather strap, slipped it over my head and tucked it under my shirt. “Don’t tell on me, Cactus.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I never told anyone you put pig shit in Cassava’s dinner that one night. And I had my ass tanned for not saying who did it. They all knew, Lark. But I held my tongue.”
Peta let out a laugh, rolling onto her back. “She did not.”
He laughed with her. “Yeah, she did. Of course, she let me take the beating.”
I smiled, and rolled my eyes. “We were ten. I knew what the lash felt like all too well. If I remember right, I’d taken a licking for you the day before.”
“You think I didn’t know what the leather strap felt like?” He fell back into his seat. “I’m quite sure I have the scars to prove I was well acquainted. I could show you, if you don’t believe me.” His green eyes locked onto mine and he gave me a slow wink. No, I was not going there.
“I’ll pass.”
“The offer stands, princess.”
I widened my stance and slowed my breathing. Using the power of another element was not something I took lightly. But our time was slipping away and we had to get to Greece. “Tell me why I don’t take us straight to the Namib Sand Sea?”
“Because it’s huge, Lark,” Peta said. “We could search for weeks and not find her, and then she could be gone. We need a faster way to sweep the area. Besides, I have a feeling about The Bastard.”
I looked down at her. “What do you mean?”
She rolled into a ball, her tail wrapped around her nose. “Trust me. We need him.”
There was no way she was going to say anything if she wasn’t ready to. Pressing the smoky grey diamond hard, I focused on calling up a wind to fill our sails and push us toward Greece.
The power of air was strange on my skin, the feel of it so light, as if it could sweep me into the sky. I held my arms out in front of me and watched the foreign lines of power as they crept up my arms. White, misty tendrils wrapped me tight and beckoned me to use them.
Acting on instinct, I pursed my lips and blew out a breath as softly as I could.
The water ruffled and a blast of air slammed into us, scooting us forward. Cactus and Peta let out twin yelps.
I wobbled but balanced myself quickly. The sails of the boat were full and I pointed at the rudder. “Steer us, Cactus.”
“Aye, aye, captain!”
I didn’t look back at him but kept my eyes forward as I breathed through the power. Each exhale sent the boat scooting forward. So as long as I could breathe, we could make good time.
I only wished I didn’t feel so threatened by the simple thought of trying to make sure nothing stopped me from breathing.
CHAPTER 11
oating wasn’t as bad as Peta made it out to be. I even caught her once or twice with her eyes closed as she breathed in the clear salty air. We stopped where we had to for food and water. Rested only when necessary. No trolls showed up, no more banished elementals lost their minds and lives. If it weren’t for the fact that we were searching for my father, it would have been enjoyable.
The first day, Cactus told dirty jokes.
The second day, Peta told stories of her past and the stupid things her charges did until we howled with laughter and cried bullshit on the ridiculousness of her tales.
The third and what would be final day on the water, they both looked at me in perfect unison.
I arched an eyebrow. “What?”
Cactus grabbed the heel of the bread we’d snagged at our last stop and tore it into pieces, handing one to me. “We’ve been doing all the talking. Now it’s your turn.”
“Nothing to say. You two have had interesting lives. I haven’t.”
Tipping her head to one side, Peta blinked up at me. “That may have been true in the past, Lark. But I think the last while has been anything but quiet.”
“But you know about that. Telling you about being in the Pit . . . you were both there.” What were they getting at, anyway? What did they want me to say?