A Sellsword's Wrath (The Seven Virtues #2)

by Jacob Peppers

“I wonder,” May said as she drew close, and Balen noted all of the sailors turning to glance at her as she passed, “if I might have a word with you before we reach Avarest.” Her words and voice were casual enough, but there was something almost predatory in her green eyes, predatory and amused. “Of course, my lady,” Thom said, swallowing hard. “What can I help you with?” “Oh,” May said, “it’s so loud out here, with the waves and the gulls. I wonder if we could speak below?” She nodded as if he’d agreed, “I’ll expect you in a few minutes,” she said, then turned and sauntered off, escorted by the eyes of every sailor on the ship until she disappeared below decks. “Damn.” Thom said, and Balen couldn’t help but laugh. “No worries, old man,” he said, “as you say. All storms can be weathered.” “Aye,” Thom said, running a hand through his graying hair, “Aye, as you say.” Then he turned and started toward the cabins and despite all his complaints, Balen couldn’t help but notice the eagerness in the old man’s step. If that was a man walking to his own death, then he was doing it gladly.