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Daughter of the Pirate King (Daughter of the Pirate King, #1)(67)

Author:Tricia Levenseller

“Excellent. Then you already know how foolish you’re being for keeping me

like this.”

“Foolish? Not at all. Your father thinks that young Allemos captain has you,

so he will not be coming after me. I have it on good authority that you have been depleted of the power the sea gives you, so you cannot save yourself. I would say it is you who are being foolish by not being afraid.”

My stomach sinks through the ground as my mouth dries. “And whose

authority would that be?”

“Mine,” says a voice from behind me. Several men break through the trees.

Riden is among them, but he is not the one who spoke. No, Riden has two pistols

pointed at him. They’re forcing him to walk in my direction. Why isn’t he locked up like I am? Running low on enormous cages, are we?

My mind empties as soon as I lay eyes on who spoke, the fourth man who enters the clearing.

It’s Theris.

He slouches against one of the trees and pulls out his coin, turning it over his

fingers.

I shake my head at him. “Betraying my father? That will be the last mistake

you ever make. Do you know what happened to the last man who fed

information to his enemies? My father tied him up by his ankles and sawed him

down the middle.”

Theris is unaffected by my words. “Fortunately for me, I’m not betraying him.”

He doesn’t need for me to say so to know I’m confused.

“I was never your father’s man,” he continues.

It takes me longer than it should to interpret his words. But the symbol—he

knew my father’s mark. He clearly identified himself as serving the Kalligan line.

“My reach is deep.” Vordan explains this time, returning the glass-encased map to his pocket. “Kalligan is foolish. He thinks himself untouchable. He doesn’t realize that those closest to him are so ready to give him up. And, more

importantly, give you up.”

I turn on Theris. “You weren’t on the ship to help me.”

“No,” he answers. “I was sent to watch you.”

“Then who is my father’s man aboard the Night Farer?” I say more to myself.

Theris answers. “That was poor Gastol. I’m afraid you slit his throat when Draxen took control over your ship.”

What were the odds that one of the two men I killed was my father’s man?

The guilt hits me, even though I know it’s not entirely my fault. My father should have had the foresight to tell me who his informant was aboard the Night Farer before I faked my capture. Then Gastol wouldn’t have died, and Theris wouldn’t have been able to fool me. Father doesn’t take these minor details into

consideration. What does he care if one of his men dies by accident? There is always someone to take his place. But in this instance his folly might cost him

Draxen’s map.

And maybe me.

Then again, maybe I should have realized that Father never would have asked

his informant to help me. He knows I do not need to be looked after. I should have known Theris was faking from the beginning. Furious with myself, I return

back to the conversation at hand.

“Why did you have Theris watching me?” I ask Vordan. “What could you

possibly want with me?”

“You don’t realize your own value,” Vordan says. “Do you think Kalligan

keeps you around because you’re his daughter? No, Alosa. It is because of the powers you possess. He uses you for his own gain. You are nothing more than a

tool to him. I’ve heard all about Kalligan’s punishments, his training, his testing.

I know all the horrible things he’s put you through. And I am here to liberate you.”

For a moment I wonder how he could possibly know so much about me. Then

I realize that if he has someone high up in my father’s ranks working for him, he would know … well, just about everything.

I say, “Putting me in a cage was probably not the best way to show how much

you want to liberate me.”

“Apologies. This is merely a safety precaution for me and my men while I explain things.”

“You’ve explained. Now let me out.”

Vordan shakes his bald head. “I have not finished.”

And I don’t want him to. I want out of this cage. Now. But I stay silent so I

don’t risk angering him. I may not have my song to enchant him, but I can read

him.

As if I weren’t already uncomfortable being locked in a cage with no hope of

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