Page 100 of Eternal Craving

But not in here.

From where I stood, I could see the vast, white sails of The Prideunraveling as it sailed out of the harbor.

The Admiral bolted for the door.

In an instant, he was in my grasp. With my teeth buried in his neck, I tried to extract the information I needed, but I was so full of panic, I had trouble focusing. I saw a mishmash of images, though nothing definitive.

The mariner slumped to the ground, staring up at me. “What the hell are you?”

“Which ship is he on?” I yelled.

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because our next stop will be at your home.”

His face became paler. “The Pride,”he mumbled.

Sunaria loomed over him. “Where’s it heading?”

He was taking short breaths, saliva trickled down his chin. “Portsmouth.”

She knelt beside him and grasped his head with both hands firmly positioned on either side. I heard a sharp crack as she snapped his neck.

Then there was no other choice but do the unthinkable – leave Spain and face the uncertain journey to England. Within an hour, we had found a ship with space for two more passengers.

Sunaria knew the wisdom of saying nothing.

Aboard the British vessel Godisgraceweleaned against the balustrade and stared out at the port of Palos. Sunaria wrapped her arm around mine and rested her head upon my shoulder.From the port side, we had a good view of the other passengers boarding.

I broke the silence. “Please tell me we’ll find him.”

“I’m certain of it,” she said.

“I should never have let Jacob out of my sight. This is my fault entirely.”

“How could we have known of a child’s treachery?”

I followed her gaze to the crew preparing for our launch.

Sunaria sensed my anxiety. “First class tickets ensure our privacy.”

“We won’t appear suspicious?”

The wind caught in her hair, and she swept a few strands out of her face. “You maybe, but not me.” She squeezed my arm, trying to get me to relax.

We needed to mingle, and any sign of tension would not go unnoticed.

The last few pieces of luggage were carried aboard. Our two large trunks were amongst them.

Farther down the dock, heading for the boat, were three men, their hoods pulled well over their heads, obscuring their faces.Not men.

Sunaria clutched my sleeve. “Creda!”

“The elders?” I asked.

They were disguised as mortals, and they approached with eerie swiftness.

My heart raced. “What will they do if they catch us?”