Aedion followed suit. It was the longest sprint
of his life.
But then he was at the gangplank of Rolfe’s
ship, the river deep enough that they’d been
able to pull up close to the shore. Lysandra,
Galan, and Ansel were already past him, and
Aedion had barely cleared the deck when the
gangway was lifted. Below, around, the
Mycenians leaped into their longboats and
rowed like hell. Not a single soldier left
behind. Only the dead.
Light flashed, and Aedion whirled toward
the ship’s helm in time to see Lysandra shift
from ghost leopard to woman, naked as the
day she was born.
Rolfe, to his credit, only looked mildly
surprised as she flung her arms around his
neck. And to his credit once more, the Pirate
Lord wrapped his cloak around her before he
gripped her back.
lily
(lily)
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