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“He broke free of his bonds. Least I could do was let him feel like he had a fighting chance.”

“Just put him with the others. Will you oversee the prisoners while I decide what to do with them?”

In a quick move, Riden kicks the man’s feet out from under him, steps on the hand holding his weapon, and puts his cutlass to his throat.

“Will do, love.”

Alosa fights a grin as she leans forward and whispers something into Riden’s ear. He nods once, never taking his eyes off the threat below him. Then Alosa Kalligan, Queen of Pirates, leads me into her office—one of the few rooms actually completed in the stronghold.

“How did it go?” she asks me, and I know immediately what we’re talking about.

“He’s dead.”

“Did he know it was me who sent you?”

“He knew.”

“Good. No complications?”

I shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Thankfully, my limp is gone, and the few scrapes I acquired have healed well enough in the month it’s taken me to travel to the keep from the Seventeen Isles.

Alosa gestures to the chair on the opposite side of her desk, inviting me to sit.

“How are you doing?” she asks.

This is one of the things I love about Alosa. She genuinely cares about everyone in her crew and likes to ensure their well-being, whether physical or emotional.

“I’m fine,” I answer. I always am. Just fine. Never better. Never worse.

Holding on. Staying steady as long as I can keep busy.

She says nothing in return, likely hoping I’ll offer just a morsel of information more.

“I’m sleeping better,” I say because it will make her happy. It’s not really a lie. I slept much longer each night while my body was healing.

“That’s good.”

“And you?” I ask, desperately trying to get the attention off me.

She purses her lips. “Busy.”

“Are you saying that running a piratical empire is taxing?”

At that, she smiles. Her eyes are mostly green after all the siren song she used today, and she wears a magenta corset that looks stunning with her red hair.

“There are so many things that need my attention. The fortifications we’re erecting here, for one. Then there’s the constant monitoring of the money coming in and out of the keep. Teniri is happier than ever, counting and recounting the gold. I’m building new relationships with my father’s old clients, so all who wish to cross the sea pay me my dues. Don’t even get me started on the enemies I have to monitor to ensure no one gets any stupid ideas.”

“Is being queen not as wonderful as you thought it’d be?” I ask.

Her smile grows wider. “It’s even more wonderful than I could have imagined. I’m only complaining about the bad things. It’s the trade-off for the wealth, respect, notoriety, and fun I get to have.”

“Speaking of fun, do you have a new assignment for me?” I ask. “Perhaps some prisoners to question?”

“You just got back!”

“I like to stay busy, and you have a lot of enemies, remember?”