Page 113 of Heir of the Beast

He nods to my fishing rod and flicks his hand to keep doing what I was doing. It’s hard to tell with his bulky mask, but I think I see amusement in his gaze.

Huh, so the evil bastard has a sense of humor. How sweet.

I huff again and try to catch a fish, and fail yet again. The salty wind is antagonizing me, taunting me into breaking this shitty fishing device over my knee.

I grit my teeth and raise the bow again, and that’s when I feel him behind me. I freeze.

I feel his arm come around me and guide my arms into a different position ever-so-gently. Then I feel his hands low on my hips, applying pressure to make me change my footing.

My heart is pounding, and I can feel his breath on my neck as he points to a metal latch.

I don’t understand, so he leans into me to reach for the latch and flips it, causing it to lock. My eyes widen. No wonder I did have any power. A surge of adrenaline pounds through me, and I retake aim.

He comes to stand next to me and points at the waves and looks back at me. He is motioning me to ~wait~. He then points to the sky then back down to the waves, telling me to look…closer?

“You want me to look closer?”

He tilts his head like, ~kind of.~ He makes a fish movement with his hand and points to the waves, then the sky. Then shakes his head no, ~not good~.

“What?” I ask, getting frustrated. “No fish now?”

He nods ~yes~ with a grin.

I fight a grin as well—him demonstrating a fish was only slightly humorous.

He motions for me to shoot anyway with a shrug. I take a breath again and aim when I see him move to stand next to me, touching my hips again.

I adjust my footing as my pulse starts hammering in my neck like an ax murderer trying to break through the door. Siron points to the latch I almost forgot about, and I flip it, giving me power.

I am an expert on aim, being one of my Fairy Godmother traits. I target the waves. The shot pierces through the water like a bullet.

I scream and jump up and down like I am twelve with Taylor Swift tickets. I immediately stop, and I can feel my face redden as I notice eyes on me. Awesome.

But I glance over to Siron to see him smiling with the big redheaded brute.

“Siron, never did I see anyone get that excited over catching fish,” the man bellows. “Maybe you should show her some more chores to do! She is very easily excitable.” He winks at Siron.

I roll my eyes and toss the fishing bow at the red-haired man. “Thanks for ~NOT~ showing me the latch on the bow.”

Siron signs to the man, and he nods, running off before I can punch him in the face. I glance back to the dark pirate and watch him pull a notepad out. So, he keeps one handy in case he must talk to me.

Siron leans his cane on a pole then starts to write, the wind making his shirt billow out. ~Just an observation~. He looks up at me and shows me the note.

~Tomorrow I can show you how to ensnare a big catch at the right time. I will not join you for dinner this eve. I have much to prepare for, and I am needed.~

I read it and nod. So I will not be in this leech’s presence tonight. Perfect, Heaven sent.

“You don’t have to trouble yourself on my account, I can get someone else to show me. I might as well be useful around here.”

He walks up to me, and I tense. Siron shakes his head ~no~ and starts writing again, faster this time. He shows me the note.

~I will be the only one to show you, little dancer. I will not have my men distracted by your innocent charms. Clear?~

I can sense his negative energy. He is very serious. “Clear.”

He takes a bow in front of me, and his eyes slowly slide over my body before he leaves with his cane. I shiver, feeling like he touched me, when clearly, he didn’t.

I have a feeling I will not sleep well tonight—again.

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