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I glare at him and lean forward, ignoring the fact that he smells better than average, I’ll give him that. Probably uses insanely expensive soap.

“Apollo will recover, and he will come for me.”

He laughs, the breathy sound making my skin tingle. I watch him, also noting that I heard a sound when he laughed. So he isn’t mute, then?

Siron waves his hand, and I’m taken away immediately. My kicking and screaming does nothing but exhaust me, and then I realize I am being taken to their dark ghost ship.

Something tells me that this is about to get bumpy.

I mentally strap on my seatbelt.

Chapter 23

I am tied to a steel pole on the lower deck of the ship of the Underworld. I would not be surprised if Hades resides somewhere on this massive ship.

The sky is dark and angry like the vessel I’m on. The wind has picked up and is currently blowing my hair around my face in the most irritating manner.

The water makes me nervous, dark and monstrous like it’s alive, hungry for human souls to devour.

Now, I know this sounds bad, but in all honesty, it has been a couple of hours since anyone has touched or talked to me. It’s the strangest thing.

I even have a dark cloak draped around my shoulders to shield my scandalous body from hungry male stares.

This could be a lot worse.

I am watching men run everywhere, doing this and that like the devil is on their heels. Whatever they’re planning, they’re doing it in a hurry, and it makes me anxious.

I hope a storm is not moving in.

“Princess, the Black Siron asks if ye’ would like to get more comfortable?”

I flinch as I glance at a small man with kind blue eyes. He is dressed in all black and has a dark patch over one eye.

Is this a trick question? Like, if I say yes, will I get thrown into the black sea with the shark-man-pigs? Lipers? Whatever they’re called.

“I mean you no harm, my lady.”

What in the ever-loving-mind-game is this?!

I take a breath, trying to gauge his kindness. “I would like to be untied,” I say meekly, then flinch when he moves toward me.

I sit tensely as he takes out a knife from his boot and cuts my ties with quick efficiency. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he steps away. I rub my wrists and nod at him.

“Thank you.”

He nods.

I stare at him, unsure of what to say. “What now?”

He turns and shouts something at a couple of men then glances back at me.

“You may sit out here as long as you stay out of the way of our men. When you are feeling tired, come find me, and I will show you to your room.”

“My room?”

“Yes, we are having it prepared for you.” He tilts his head at me. “Master Siron wants you to be very comfortable.”

“Does he now?” I say, almost to myself.

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