“Come on, lads,” Saba huffed, “surrender.” “Don’t listen to the she-devils,” the captain growled, “they seek to tempt you with their wicked bodies, their wicked tongues, their wicked wiles.” “That’s a lot of wicked.” Kicking a short man in the belly, Vice scoffed. “I’d be more worried about our sabres than any of that.” Lip lifted in a sneer, the captain shoved the poor man forward. “Kill the bitch.” “Fine.” Vice sidestepped, and Aedan slammed his tattooed fist into the man’s face, dropping him to the deck, groaning. “How about I kill the bitch?” She drew her third and final pistol, levelled
...more
