animal. Let her try.”
Hannah smiled and wiped a rogue tear off her cheek. “Thank you.” She put her hand on her forehead. “I’m feeling a little dizzy.”
“You are? Do you need to sit down?”
She shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine in a minute. I think it’s being around you. I can feel your power.”
“You’re a sensitive, and this makes sense.”
Hannah knelt beside a large truck and rummaged inside. “I’m not finding what I need.”
“Maybe I can help ye, lass?”
A tall black man entered the quarters. His long, black hair escaped from underneath a red scarf bound around his head. His brown eyes glittered with laughter, and Mariah could not help but smile. He held a rolled-up white canvas underneath his arm.
Hannah whirled around. “Mariah, this is Doc. He’s one of the kindest men on board this ship.” She pecked him on the cheek.
Doc’s dark cheeks reddened. “Kane told me what you done be up to, lass. I done gone and found ye some canvas.”
Hannah took the canvas and she and Doc stretched it out on the floor. “’Tis from one of da torn sails. Sewn up. ’Tis not long enough to do da Phoenix much good. Kept it for possible repairs when we go into battle. It’ll work to give da lass some privacy.”
Three more pirates came into the cabin, carrying nails and a hammer. Within minutes, they had hung the canvas around a hammock in the corner of the cabin, away from the rest of the crew. ’Twas enough privacy to do a spell. Mariah was given an empty trunk to store her belongings.
“ Merci ,” Mariah said. “ I cannot believe all the trouble you have gone through for me.”
“You’ll find these pirates have hearts of gold,” Hannah said. “You’ll never have to worry about your safety, even during the full moon.”
The men shifted uncomfortable, glancing at each other.
“You’re safe, lass,” Doc said. “We don’t kill those we feed upon. We’re not Palmer.”
She nodded. “ Oui , certainement .”
“They’re telling you true.” William walked into the crew’s quarters. “Why, Doc, you and the men have outdone yourselves. But I don’t know if it will keep out the smell.”
Doc raised his eyebrow. “Smell?”
“Apparently, we lads are uncouth. Isn’t that right, Hannah?”
“Come on.” Hannah’s face reddened and slipped her arm into Doc’s. “I want to find Kane. We should be ready to leave soon.”
Hannah and the men took their leave. Solstice curled up on the floor. Mariah and William were alone.
“I know ’tis not a room,” he said. “’Tis either this or the brig.”
She smiled. “’Tis fine.” She was anxious for him to leave so she could conjure a spell and try to contact Lark. He studied her with his perceptive eyes, and she fidgeted with her hands, afraid he’d received the dragon gift of reading minds. “Anything else?”
“Are you well?”
“ Oui .”
“Liar.”
She put her hands on her hips. “You do not know me well enough to call me a liar.”
“Aye. I do.” He stepped closer. “I’m beginning to learn how you’re feeling. Did you know that your eyes change color based on your mood?”
She backed up and her legs brushed against the hammock. “You noticed?”
“I notice many things about you Mariah.” He reached out and pulled her closer. “I notice your female scent of lavender, the way your dress outlines the curves of your body, your pouting lips. Your sexy accent. The way you carry yourself. You’re not afraid of men whistling at your or facing a wounded dragon. You speak your mind. Your determination—strong yet feminine. I notice everything there is about you, lass.”
All this time, she’d thought he resented her determination since he always wanted her to stay back. “You like my determination?”
“’Tis frustrating and annoying, but aye, I admire it. I admire you.”
Unable to breathe, she waited, wanting to taste his lips again, wanting to sink into his maleness. Cursing herself
Hannah smiled and wiped a rogue tear off her cheek. “Thank you.” She put her hand on her forehead. “I’m feeling a little dizzy.”
“You are? Do you need to sit down?”
She shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine in a minute. I think it’s being around you. I can feel your power.”
“You’re a sensitive, and this makes sense.”
Hannah knelt beside a large truck and rummaged inside. “I’m not finding what I need.”
“Maybe I can help ye, lass?”
A tall black man entered the quarters. His long, black hair escaped from underneath a red scarf bound around his head. His brown eyes glittered with laughter, and Mariah could not help but smile. He held a rolled-up white canvas underneath his arm.
Hannah whirled around. “Mariah, this is Doc. He’s one of the kindest men on board this ship.” She pecked him on the cheek.
Doc’s dark cheeks reddened. “Kane told me what you done be up to, lass. I done gone and found ye some canvas.”
Hannah took the canvas and she and Doc stretched it out on the floor. “’Tis from one of da torn sails. Sewn up. ’Tis not long enough to do da Phoenix much good. Kept it for possible repairs when we go into battle. It’ll work to give da lass some privacy.”
Three more pirates came into the cabin, carrying nails and a hammer. Within minutes, they had hung the canvas around a hammock in the corner of the cabin, away from the rest of the crew. ’Twas enough privacy to do a spell. Mariah was given an empty trunk to store her belongings.
“ Merci ,” Mariah said. “ I cannot believe all the trouble you have gone through for me.”
“You’ll find these pirates have hearts of gold,” Hannah said. “You’ll never have to worry about your safety, even during the full moon.”
The men shifted uncomfortable, glancing at each other.
“You’re safe, lass,” Doc said. “We don’t kill those we feed upon. We’re not Palmer.”
She nodded. “ Oui , certainement .”
“They’re telling you true.” William walked into the crew’s quarters. “Why, Doc, you and the men have outdone yourselves. But I don’t know if it will keep out the smell.”
Doc raised his eyebrow. “Smell?”
“Apparently, we lads are uncouth. Isn’t that right, Hannah?”
“Come on.” Hannah’s face reddened and slipped her arm into Doc’s. “I want to find Kane. We should be ready to leave soon.”
Hannah and the men took their leave. Solstice curled up on the floor. Mariah and William were alone.
“I know ’tis not a room,” he said. “’Tis either this or the brig.”
She smiled. “’Tis fine.” She was anxious for him to leave so she could conjure a spell and try to contact Lark. He studied her with his perceptive eyes, and she fidgeted with her hands, afraid he’d received the dragon gift of reading minds. “Anything else?”
“Are you well?”
“ Oui .”
“Liar.”
She put her hands on her hips. “You do not know me well enough to call me a liar.”
“Aye. I do.” He stepped closer. “I’m beginning to learn how you’re feeling. Did you know that your eyes change color based on your mood?”
She backed up and her legs brushed against the hammock. “You noticed?”
“I notice many things about you Mariah.” He reached out and pulled her closer. “I notice your female scent of lavender, the way your dress outlines the curves of your body, your pouting lips. Your sexy accent. The way you carry yourself. You’re not afraid of men whistling at your or facing a wounded dragon. You speak your mind. Your determination—strong yet feminine. I notice everything there is about you, lass.”
All this time, she’d thought he resented her determination since he always wanted her to stay back. “You like my determination?”
“’Tis frustrating and annoying, but aye, I admire it. I admire you.”
Unable to breathe, she waited, wanting to taste his lips again, wanting to sink into his maleness. Cursing herself
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