Page 51 of Pirate Witch

I rub at my brows as I consider the answer.

“The cabin has always been there. It’s the captain’s cabin. But I haven’t used it in centuries. I renovated it a while ago… just before you fell overboard at Sanctum.” She looks surprised, so I quickly add, “The ship changed it. Sometimes it reacts to my subconscious and just does things like that. I really had nothing to do with it.”

“That was a long time before you trusted me,” she notes. “Are you saying—”

“Yes, subconsciously I must have believed you,” I snap. “Are you happy now?”

She snorts, but it’s humourless, and takes another bite of her sandwich. “What will you do now that the bargain is broken?”

I open my mouth to answer her, but a rusty, hoarse voice from the doorway interrupts. “We get revenge.”

Both of us look up to find Kier standing there, leaning against the door frame with no shirt on and his black hair unbound from its usual top knot. He watches our mate like a hawk, eyes scanning over her as she finishes chewing her bite.

“You’re awake,” she mumbles, blushing.

He nods, then catches himself and speaks. “So are the others.”

“And the curse is gone?”

He smiles—actually fucking smiles. I’ve never seen that expression on his normally stoic face. Mind you, I’ve never seen Kier less than perfectly dressed either. Before this evening, I would’ve said that the fae slept and woke up with his hair and clothes still immaculate.

It seems breaking his curse has loosened him up.

“Yes,” he pauses, then bows to her—fucking bows with a courtly little wave of his hand and everything. “Thanks to you, mo chroí.”

Does he even realise how ridiculous he looks with his hair falling in his face like that? Not that Nilsa agrees with me.

No, she’s blushing again.

How is it that the fae hasn’t been able to speak to her for months and he’s still getting sweet blushes, big eyed stares, and heated looks out of her? Maybe it’s a sign I need to shut my mouth.

I scoff at my own thoughts. Like that’s going to fucking happen.

“Stop distracting her from eating the fucking sandwich,” I growl.

Kier takes one look at the half-eaten food and nods, looking at her expectantly as he takes the seat on the opposite side of her.

Just in time.

The rest of the crew elbows their way into the galley, all sleepy eyes searching out one person. The moment they see Nilsa, each of them relaxes.

Cas steps forward, pushing the others out of the way in his haste to get to her. “There you are, princess.”

“How are your eyes?” Nos asks, following his brother. “Your wounds? All healed?”

“I’m so sorry,” Cas continues. “I tried sohardnot to, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

“The bargain even used my own foresight against you,” Nos continues, his hand touching his own abdomen as if in sympathy.. “I could see that using Pierce to injure you was our best shot, and I took it… I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Let her breathe,” I growl, just as Opal joins the fray, jumping up onto the table and sticking her ass in my face.

I swear that cat does it on purpose. She loathes me.

Not that Rysen cares. The instant the huge vampire sees her, he strides to the cupboard, grabs a jar of tuna and scoops out a whole heap onto a tiny saucer with his fingers. He even presents it to her like a well-deserved prize.

Opal purrs and even licks the leftover flakes of fish from his fingers, making him smile.

He’s literally pussy-whipped, and he doesn’t even care.