Destiny of the Vampire: A Vampire Romance (Blood Brotherhood Book 6)
Author: Guida, ML
Date: 2019-08-04

Destiny of The Vampire

ML Guida

Acknowledgments

This is the sixth book in the Blood Brotherhood Series. Destiny of the Vampire used to be A Pirate’s Darkness. It has been edited and given a new cover.

Copyright © 2019 by ML Guida

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Epilogue

Dear Reader

About the Author

Also by ML Guida

Chapter 1

Like every morning, Zuto stood on the sandy beach watching the rising sun change white clouds to purple, pink, and orange. Sea gulls cried over his head, and waves rolled up on the beach, the surf washing over his bare feet and pulling sand in between his toes. He cracked his neck and stretched his arms slowly over his head. Ignoring the pain, he arched his back and took long, deep breaths, inhaling the salty air and trying to forget the horrors of the night before. His tight muscles unwound, and the throbbing pain in his tortured body eased. Natasa, his tormentor, was gone, vanishing with the first peek of the sun, but she left him bruised and bloodied, determined to leave him in misery. He had fought hard not to cry out as she whipped him until his flesh was a mangled mess. She’d beaten him with her fist, breaking ribs and leaving purple and pink bruises. Every inch of him hurt.

But he didn’t care.

Dawn was the only time of day that he was free, and he could forget he was a prisoner on this cursed island. He was a demon, and his battered body would heal.

But it didn’t matter.

Tonight, Natasa would return, and the pain and agony would start all over again. She was his punishment exacted by his lord, Maketabori, the God of Coaybay, for failing to satisfy his revenge.

Chills crept down his spine, not from the early morning dawn, but power. Something was coming.

The beautiful pink, purple, and orange clouds turned darker until they were a threatening black and gray. In the middle of the darkest one, two red circles formed a pair of angry eyes that glared down at him.

Dread sank into his gut, and the pain in his body pulsed harder. ’Twas Maketabori. Zuto lowered his head, and his shoulders sagged. He was about to learn a whole new level of agony and humiliation.

Lightning crackled and flashed at his feet, and hot electricity surged through his weary body. He went into convulsions until his teeth chattered so hard he bit his tongue, filling his mouth with blood. Wind whirled, roaring and hissing. Sand and bits of dirt flew around him, cutting and biting his skin, blinding his eyes. He was picked up off the beach, his arms and legs flailing, then hurled through time like a leaf caught in a tornado. The once warm sea air turned into a bitter chill. He landed with a hard thump on his back, sending agony piercing through him and stealing his breath.

Cold air turned to a miserable heat, and sweat dripped down his torn-up flesh. Sand and dirt stuck to his skin. His hand shaking, he shoved his tangled hair out of his face. He fought to breathe, but instead of smelling the fresh sea air, the stench of ash and smoke burned his lungs. Dread turned his heart to stone. He knew where he was—Coaybay.

Thick smoke swirled through the blue sky like clouds. Angry volcanoes erupted, sending lava streaming down their blackened faces. He rolled onto his side and groaned as the tiniest movement shot waves of agony pulsing through him. But more waited if he didn’t get off the cold marble floor. He forced his trembling legs to stand and waited. Fire burst in a pit, making the air grow even hotter. Marble steps led up to a platform where two ebony obelisks framed a black throne. Maketabori flashed onto his throne, watching him with intense red eyes.

His heart thundering, Zuto lowered his head. “My lord, you have summoned me?”

Maketabori flicked his long black hair behind his bare shoulders. “Obviously. Come here.”

Zuto clamped his jaw tight then obeyed. He knelt on one knee and waited for unbearable pain and hoped he’d pass out quick. He stared at Maketabori’s golden sandals as he held his breath. He’d disappointed his god again and again. Merciful was not an attribute he’d use to describe his lord. He clenched his fists and vowed to not cry out.

“Rise, Zuto.” Maketabori’s voice was surprisingly soft and absent of any anger.

Zuto hesitantly stood and raised his head. He couldn’t take his eyes off the gold snake cuffs that wrapped around each of Maketabori’s biceps. With one word from Maketabori, the cuffs would come alive and slither down his arm, turning into deadly cobras. One bite from them could kill a demon.

Maketabori drummed his fingers on the arm-rests. The sun’s rays glittered off his many rings and the diamonds sewn into his leather loin-cloth. “I have thought long and hard on what to do with you, Zuto. I have given you every opportunity to please me.”

Zuto kept silent, like a good soldier expecting to be punished.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that pain is not effective with you.”

Zuto frowned, not sure he’d heard correctly. “My lord?”

“I have a proposal. Your freedom for my vengeance. Have the time spider bite the pure light mermaid. Drink her blood. You’ll have the ability to leave the island, then bring Hannah Knight to me.”

Maketabori still wanted Hannah Knight after her father wiped out his loyal followers with small pox. One of those killed had been his daughter, and he wanted Hannah’s life for hers. His lord had given him the task, but each time Zuto sent out the crew of the Fiery Damsel, the Soaring Phoenix foiled his carefully laid plans. Zuto paid the price for the Damsel’s incompetence.

As much as Zuto wanted to be free, suspicion weighed heavy on his heart. Trusting Maketabori not to punish him was like trusting a great white not to eat him. “Why would you do this?”

“Don’t think this is kindness. I’m Maketabori, and I can summon you at will—even if you’re not trapped on the island.” With that statement, two similar snake arm bands appeared around each of Zuto’s biceps. “These arm bands allow me to locate you, but they can come alive at your will. I want Hannah. She has escaped me at every turn, and I do not like to be disappointed. This is a test to see if you are worthy to serve me.”

Demons deemed not worthy to serve were struck down and tossed in the demon hole, never to be seen alive again. Zuto swallowed back his fear and met Maketabori’s steely gaze.

“With your powers restored, you should easily bring her to me. Do not disappoint me again.”

He waved his hand. The pain and agony gripping Zuto disappeared, and he was whole.

“There’s something else I will give you, demon.”

Zuto waited, not wanting to anger him.

“Beware of the gun master––Ewan Kelley. He and the mermaid must not mate.”

Zuto frowned. “Why?”

“With their combined powers, they would be a deadlier force than Mariah and William. Kelley has a weakness––his blind daughter. You can use her to control him. Kelley must suffer as I have suffered.”

Before Zuto could answer, a portal opened, and the same angry wind sucked him inside the freezing, black time-tunnel. His healed body turned to ice, and he swirled around and around like a carriage wheel. He rushed toward a tiny light that sparked, and he crashed onto a sandy beach. Sharp pain slammed into his shoulder, but he didn’t care.

He crawled to sit, watching waves gush onto the sand. A seagull sailed across the blue waters, and he smiled. Soon, he’d enjoy the same freedom. The crew of the Soaring Phoenix would be dead, and Hannah would be a prisoner of Maketabori.

And Zuto would be free.

Chapter 2

June 1671

Isle of Tortuga

The angry flames grew hotter and higher, casting eerie shadows in the witch’s parlor. A glistening of sweat slipped down the temples of Penelope’s face. She squirmed in a wooden chair, winding her shaking hands into the folds of her dress.

“Morgana, why are we calling upon the demon Natasa?”

Penelope had never met a demon, and the stories of the black-hearted demoness made her want to jump out of the chair and race out of the room. After her mother died, her father had told her that she was the key in protecting her people as long as she remained pure. Before she left to care for Angelica during her pregnancy, he had called her to his private chambers. His words echoed in his head.

“Penelope, your power is growing, and it will be strong enough to protect your people from the humans and the demons that hunt them––as long as you do not taint your soul.”

Unfortunately, meeting with a demon would mean breaking the rule.

Morgana Fey opened an earthen jar with her gnarled hand and released the sweet smell of mint. “I told you, mon chère, because of my dreams. My dreams are never wrong.” Her scratchy voice was strong and sent icy chills down Penelope’s back.

Penelope absently toyed with the enchanted pearl necklace that dangled around her neck. Her father had given it to her. Each pearl reflected the state of her soul, and as long as they remained pure, her powers would grow.

“Morgana, I don’t think I should be around a demon,” she said slowly.

The witch gave her a hard stare. “You cannot hide from your destiny.”

Penelope lifted her head and repeated what her father had told her over and over again. “My destiny is to protect my people.”

“I know what your father told you, but not even he can stop fate.”

Chills flushed down her back, and she worried Morgana knew she’d fail like she did in everything else. Trying not to focus on her rising fear or self-doubt, Penelope changed the subject and painted a false smile. “That smells good. What is it?”

“’Tis Pennyroyal.”

Penelope waited for Morgana to give her an explanation. Instead, she opened two more jars. The aroma of anise and green tomatoes filled the room. She mixed all three herbs, then took a handful and tossed it into the fire.

The flickering blaze changed colors from red to green to purple and highlighted Morgana’s white hair with a ray of rainbows. If Penelope wasn’t quaking so bad, she’d have thought ’twas beautiful.

Morgana coughed, her body shaking, then put her frail arm across her mouth.

Penelope picked up a pitcher and poured water into a goblet. “Morgana, here, drink this. Maybe we shouldn’t be dabbling in black magic.” She trembled as she thought of her father’s fierce reprimand and disappointment if he knew they were calling forth a demon.

Her violet eyes watering, Morgana inhaled a shaky breath and took a swallow. She gave Penelope a sly look. “Think you are the only one in danger?”

“I know I’m not.”

“Demons will start with those you care for most.”

Guilt flushed Penelope’s cheeks, and she avoided the witch’s perceptive gaze. Morgana was a powerful witch, but her health was failing. Penelope didn’t think Morgana had the strength to face a demon.

Penelope sat straighter in her chair. “You mean Angelica and the twins?” She couldn’t entertain the thought of losing the precious babies and her sister Angelica. Bringing her niece and nephew into the world had been the most exciting thing she’d ever done. She’d do anything to protect them—even face a demon. “We should wait for my father. The king of the merpeople is more powerful than a demon.”

Morgana cleared her throat. “Eldric would not get here in time. He is slated to help the Soaring Phoenix reach the island, as you are destined to face Natasa.”

Penelope doubted her father would want his youngest daughter facing a demon without him. Unlike her older sisters, she was small and frail and clumsy. “But I’m not—”

“Powerful enough? You have always underestimated yourself, mon chou.”

Penelope refused to get in the same argument with her.

Morgana frowned. “We need to prepare.” She shuffled over to another table. Her arms trembling, she picked up a pitcher.

Penelope hurried over. “Here, let me help you.”

“Nonsense. Sit, princess. You need to find some bravery in your willow reed body.” She dropped the pitcher onto the table, but luckily it didn’t break. “This wine has been charged with dragon’s blood and eyebright.” She poured the wine into a goblet and sat it in front of Penelope. “Drink, chère.”

Penelope eyed the goblet suspiciously. She sniffed and only detected the fragrant smell of fruity wine. The last time she’d drank any spirits she’d accidentally made it snow in her quarters for a month. But what was worse, one of the pearls on her necklace went from pure white to ghostly white––her father had banished her to her room for six months.

Morgana slapped her palm on the table. “Drink! Before ’tis too late.”

Penelope snatched the goblet, splashing crimson onto the table. Ignoring her dread, she drank the wine in one swift gulp. It was smooth with a taste of chocolate. Her eyes blurred, then the room spun around. She wiped her damp forehead with her palm. “Sorry...I usually don’t drink.”

Morgana chuckled. “You are a special girl, and you will soon find out how special.”

Penelope gave her a slight smile, knowing Morgana’s powers were fading if, like her father, she thought Penelope was going to do something great.

She patted Penelope’s warm hand. “I know you do not believe me, mon chou, but nevertheless, ’tis true.” Her old eyes grew hard. “She is coming. Do not let her see your doubt. It will be your downfall.”

Penelope thought she’d be sweating, but an icy cold descended on her like a wet blanket. She shivered and could see her breath.

The blaze swirled around faster and faster. Sparks crackled. A shape formed into a feminine face—flames turned to fiery red hair, lips formed into a smirking smile. Blood-red eyes stared at Penelope, stilling her rapid heartbeat.

Morgana thumped her cane on the floor, drawing the demon’s attention away from Penelope. “What do you want, Natasa? You have haunted my dreams enough.”

Penelope released a shaky breath and tried to imitate Morgana’s stoic face.

“No greetings? No hello? Tsk, tsk. How disappointing.” Natasa’s purring voice was an obvious attempt to bait Morgana, but the old witch was wise to her tricks.

Not a muscle moved in her face, and she looked at the demon with boredom instead of the terror festering inside of Penelope. Morgana flicked her hand. “Out with it, demon.”

Natasa turned away from Morgana to more timid game. “You’re in danger, frightened one. Zuto has found a way off the island.”

The fire crackled and highlighted Morgana’s white brows that had crinkled. She was deep in thought as if going through her mind every magical incantation that could free a god’s spell.

Penelope clenched her teeth to keep back a gasp. Zuto was even more terrifying than Natasa, and if he’d escaped from the island his lord had imprisoned him on, all of their lives would be in danger. Her father kept telling her she was powerful enough if she remained pristine, but what if he was wrong? They’d all die.

Morgana finally spoke, the tension gone from her face. “Nonsense. You lie.”

Natasa raised a slender eyebrow. “Do I? Let me tell you this, old crone. Zuto is sending a time spider after your pretty, useless princess. One bite is all he needs.”

Penelope couldn’t move. She’d heard of the time spiders—gigantic hairy beasts with claws that could rip a man in two. Angelica’s stories had chilled her down to her bones.

Penelope found her small trembling voice. “How do you know this?”

Morgana glared, obviously angry that Penelope had revealed more of her fear.

Natasa laughed and tossed her head back. “Because, my little goose, I saw him give his pet orders. Orders to find you, bite you, and bring you back to him.”

Penelope dug her fingers into her palms and gasped for breath. She had no power against such a beast.

Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat.

Morgana thumped her cane. Penelope looked into Morgana’s warning eyes then she twirled her pearl necklace, running her fingers over the smooth surface. The simple gesture allowed her to draw a little bit of courage and breathe.

Morgana frowned at Natasa. “Why are you telling us this?”

“I need you to keep the silly puss safe.”

Morgana slammed her cane hard onto the floor. “You have not answered my question, demon.”

“All I will tell you is that I need Zuto trapped on the island.”

Morgana lifted her head. “I never thought I would see it, but you are afraid, demon. Very afraid.”

Natasa’s red eyes glowed darker, and the corners of her mouth turned into a frightening sneer. “Silence!”

Her voice echoed off the walls like a booming cannon.

Penelope jumped in her chair, her knees hitting the table and knocking over her goblet. Both women stared at her—Morgana with disappointment and Natasa with amusement.

She opened her mouth to say something strong or witty, but only a squeak escaped. Morgana reached underneath the table and clutched Penelope’s shaking hand.

Morgana didn’t look at her, but focused on the demon. “When does Zuto plan to unleash the beast?”

Natasa ignored Morgana and focused her terrifying gaze on Penelope, freezing her into her seat. “You have twenty-four hours. The gun master on board the Soaring Phoenix is your only hope. He is destined to help you.”

Penelope’s heart beat faster, and she couldn’t breathe. He was a pirate and an expert with a whip. He was tall and powerful and terrifying––and a vampire. He could strangle her with his bare hands. Pirates had murdered her mother, and she didn’t want to share her mother’s fate or disappoint her father. He’d already lost two daughters to pirates, and she wanted to fulfill her vow to him. “And marrying a pirate is not an option.” Her voice was stronger than she expected. “To develop my powers and save my people I must remain untouched.”

“That’s your father talking.”

Morgana squeezed her hand hard, and Penelope winced. But she refused to do this. She couldn’t do this.

“You little fool, if you choose to stay, there is no escape.” Natasa faded. A flame shot out of the fire. “I’ll see you soon, and you’ll pay for not heeding my warning.”

Penelope cringed, and her body shook from her fingers down to her toes. “Morgana?”

“Hush, don’t speak yet.”

Morgana grabbed some powder out of the opened jar and flung it into the flames. The blaze flickered and died to burning embers.

“’Tis safe to talk now, chèrie, the evil is gone.” Her voice softened, and she patted Penelope’s hand.

“I have to leave, don’t I?”

“Je suis désolé mais oui. Take heart, mon chou, this is your destiny.”

Penelope’s heart was heavy at the thought of leaving Angelica and the twins. “I’ll return to my people.”

“No. Evil will follow you there.”

Penelope frowned. “Why? Spiders cannot swim underwater.”

“This is a time spider from Coaybay. Our natural laws do not apply to these creatures. I suspect it has powers to pursue you underneath the sea.”

Penelope put her elbows on the table and rested her forehead in her fingers. “Where should I go?”

“I do not know. Let me think on this. This is not something we should approach rashly.”

Penelope caught the warning in her voice, but the demon had said that Zuto would unleash the spider soon. She couldn’t stay here and put her precious niece and nephew in danger. To protect them and the rest of her people, she needed to stay alive to develop her powers to defeat Zuto. Rashness appeared to be her only option.

Chapter 3

Ewan Kelley rowed the longboat toward the mysterious island. Uneasiness slipped into his heavy heart. The last time he’d followed Captain Kane O’Brien to an unknown island, a demon had cursed a lake, and after drinking from it, their lives changed. Now, during every full moon, they transformed into vampires. If they resisted, an unbearable hunger possessed them, turning food and drink into ash. Only blood would fulfill the hunger. Kane had taught them how to feed without killing, but Ewan was tired of being one of the undead. He missed his nine-year-old daughter, Catriona and hadn’t seen her for over a month. He only visited her while she was sleeping. He was too ashamed for her to see what he’d become––a creature of the night. She deserved a better father than that. The last thing he wanted was to be damned with another bloody scourge.

He studied the island. It didn’t look unusual. Palm trees swayed back and forth; waves rolled onto the shore like they had for thousands of years. But there was something different.

The air tingled and the colors were brighter, sharper. Power radiated over this island, making the fine hairs on his arms stand straight up. Panic fluttered in his chest. He glanced at Kane, who sat straighter in the boat, but he hadn’t issued an order for them to turn tail and run.

Shame slapped Ewan in the face for wanting to turn the boat around and head back to the Soaring Phoenix. He owed Kane his life. In their native Ireland, a band of drunken British soldiers had strung Ewan up on a horse and threatened to hang him. Kane and his best friend, the boatswain Sean Mallory, had attacked. The soldiers had fled. With nothing left in Ireland, Ewan decided to follow Kane to the Caribbean and join his crew.

But ’twas not the only time Kane had been there for him.

Six months ago, his precious Wynda contracted yellow fever had died, leaving him broken hearted and with a small daughter, Catriona. Wynda had been a woman he met on St. Kitts, and she’d been the love of his life. When she died, he went mad with grief, nearly drinking himself to death and thinking of taking his own life. Kane had found him and had brought Catriona.

He’d never forgotten her stricken face. Tears had glistened in her blue eyes that always reminded him of the sea, and her lower lip had trembled. Frightened, she had run into his arms sobbing. “Please dona leave me, Pa.”

He had wrapped his arms around her shaking body and kissed the top of her brow. “I promise I will never leave ye.” Her red hair had hidden her terror. She’d reminded him of her fiery mother and he remembered his promise to always protect her. To this day he’d kept that promise.

Thanks to Kane, he’d realized how much he loved his daughter and pledged his life to protect her. He owed Kane again and had vowed his life to follow Kane anywhere, including an island that could change his life forever. Against his better judgment he rowed toward the island.

Kane glanced over his shoulder at Eldric, king of the merpeople. “Are you sure he’s here?”

King Eldric was a water elemental, and a blue aura surrounded him. His long white hair flowed behind him like a shroud. “I assure you, Captain, he’s here.”

He had the power to control the sea, but Ewan could detect a hint of fear in his voice. It wasn’t surprising since less than a month ago the demon Zuto had almost destroyed him. At least Ewan wasn’t the only one who was uneasy.

A cry overhead caught Ewan’s attention. Kane’s brother flew toward the island. He was a shape-shifting dragon, and his mate, Mariah Fey, sat on his broad back. Between the two of them they were a deadly force against the evil, and Ewan was glad they were on the Phoenix’s side.

“Bloody hell,” Kane muttered shaking his head. “I told my brother to stay on the ship.”

“Leif is back there.” Ewan looked over his shoulder. A red dragon sat on the deck. “Hannah’s safe.”

Hannah was Kane’s love, and he’d risked saving her and keeping her out of Zuto’s clutches. Kane didn’t answer him. Leif had been a member of the Fiery Damsel’s crew, their mortal enemies, and had switched sides, but that didn’t mean Kane would trust him with Hannah’s life.

A sea breeze blew over them, and Ewan stiffened. Gooseflesh broke out on his arms. It was as if an unbelievable power was hidden in the wind.

Ewan reached the shore, and they got out of the boat. Water splashed onto Ewan’s legs, and it felt unusually warm. Something wasn’t right.

Kane must have noticed it, too, because he turned around, sporting a frown that would have sent his crew scrambling to follow his orders. “What type of creature are we facing, Eldric?”

“To be honest, I don’t know what he is. Don’t be shocked when you see him.”

Ewan’s stomach tightened as he hauled the boat onto the beach. “Is he a monster?”

“No, he looks like a man barely out of his teens.” He nodded. “See––he approaches.”

A yellow glow in the shape of a man wove in and out of the jungle.

William waited for them in dragon form, and Mariah sat on his broad back. She was petite, but her power made even the demon Zuto think twice of attacking her. She was Morgana Fey’s granddaughter, and her magic was even more powerful than her grandmother’s. Kane, Eldric, and Ewan raced over to them. The wind blew her long blue-black hair, and she watched them approach with violet eyes.

“He won’t harm us,” Eldric said, but fear hung on his every word. The sun glistened off his golden crown and trident. He gripped the trident so hard his knuckles turned white.

Kane unleashed his sword. “Somehow, I think you’re hiding something. I don’t like secrets.”

He didn’t need to say anything to Ewan. Ewan already had his sword out, and his other hand brushed over the whip on his hip. Faster than an eagle’s wing, he could flick a bee off a flower.

Ewan held his breath as the glow approached him. He expected a tall, menacing demon or some other foul creature, but what stepped out of the jungle made his mouth fall wide open.

A long-haired blond man approached them. He was younger than all of them, and Ewan couldn’t grasp that this was where the power was emitting from. True, he was handsome, but he was so ordinary looking and couldn’t possibly have any experience pirating. This could be any wet-behind-the ear cabin boy.

“Greetings, King Eldric. I see you have brought guests.” His melodic voice possessed a hint of reproach.

Eldric lowered his head. “I apologize, but we need your help.”

“Weapons drawn, and a dragon and a witch? Do you plan to take my help by force?” He tilted his head and broke out in a teasing smile.

Kane lowered his weapon. “Who are you? Where is your ship?”

“I have no need of a ship, Captain.”

Mariah slid off William. “Then how did you get on this island?” Her husky French accent was full of curiosity, not fear.

The man bowed slightly. “Lovely as ever, Mariah Fey.”

William growled, and smoke puffed out his flaring nostrils.

“Don’t worry, William,” the man said. “Your woman is in no danger.”

Kane crowded the man, who was at least ten years younger than his thirty. His reputation didn’t seem to frighten the man. “I asked you a question. Who are you?”

“Always the persistent captain. I have watched you for a long time, and now, it’s time to set you on the right path. To answer your question, I am Raphael.”

Kane glared. “Raphael who?”

The man tossed his head back and laughed. It wasn’t a sinister laugh, but a happy one that strangely lifted Ewan’s misgivings.

Mariah’s violet eyes widened. “He is an angel.”

Kane lifted an eyebrow. “You mean the archangel?”

A bright light emitted from Raphael like a radiant shield. “Precisely, Captain.”

Ewan winced and shielded his eyes. He’d never felt anything like this. Peace, goodness, love radiated from the illumination. He fell onto one knee and bowed his head. He wasn’t a religious man, but he was standing in front of an archangel with the power to look deep into his soul. All the evil deeds he’d ever done flashed before him––the victims that he’d drained of blood. He could hear their pleas not to kill them, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had been mad with the blood lust; his heart was filled with darkness. Men and women, the young and the old, all had fallen prey. Remorse only filled him after he looked at their drained corpses and the curse had been satisfied. He didn’t deserve mercy, but he needed it, needed it desperately.

As quickly as it came, the light dimmed.

Mariah rushed over and knelt at the angel’s feet. “S’il vous plaît, Raphael, please help us. My brother—”

Raphael’s laugh died down, and his eyes turned solemn. He placed his hand on top of Mariah’s dark head. “I know of your brother’s plight.”

She looked up at him, tears turning her eyes into violet pools. “Will you help him?”

Raphael lifted her chin. “Lark isn’t the only one lost. You’re missing Cé Jackman and Gwen Black.”

Cé had been Leif’s best friend on board the Fiery Damsel. During the most recent battle on Zuto’s island, he’d risked his life and attacked Zuto in order to protect Isabella and Ewan from the time spider. Zuto responded with commanding the time spider to attack him and fling him through time. Gwen was Leif’s sister and suffered the same fate. Zuto had promised Leif he’d bring her back if he killed the woman he loved.

“Oui, will you help us?” she asked again as she pressed her hands together.

He walked past Ewan, Eldric, William, and Mariah. He looked at Kane. “I will set one of you upon a path to retrieve your loved ones, but I warn you the path is perilous.”

Kane narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like riddles. I am the captain and I alone will go on this trek.”

“You are an excellent captain, but your problems have just gotten worse. Zuto has found a way to escape from his island.” Raphael’s voice was patient as if he was addressing a small child having a temper tantrum.

Kane gritted his teeth. “Bloody hell. How?”

“He needs to drink the blood of a mermaid bitten by a time spider.”

Eldric sucked in his breath. “What mermaid?”

But the angel didn’t answer or look at him. Instead, he looked at Ewan long and hard until Ewan shifted uncomfortably. The thought of Zuto escaping sent Ewan’s heart racing. Zuto was deadly trapped on his island and consumed with revenge. What if he came after those that they all loved? Catriona’s sweet face flashed in his mind and he broke out in a sleek sweat.

Kane’s shoulders sagged. “What is this quest you want me to go on?”

Raphael slowly smiled. “The quest requires a man buried with guilt to fulfill this task. He must allow the time spider to bite him.”

Kane jerked his head up as surprise flickered in his eyes while panic fluttered in Ewan’s chest and he prayed it wouldn’t be him. Catriona would be helpless in this world, and he’d granted Wynda’s dying wish that he’d protect their precious daughter.

Fear flared in Eldric’s eyes. “Answer me, Raphael. You mean Penelope? Don’t you?”

Raphael focused on him. “Yes, I do.”

“She’s the hope of my people.”

“I know,” Raphael said softly. “Zuto is angry that your two other daughters sabotaged his plans.”

Ewan had only seen Penelope a couple of times and had actually danced with her at Ronan’s and Angelica’s wedding. With her white curly hair and deep blues, she was the exact opposite of his deceased wife Wynda. Wynda had had hair black as midnight and dark eyes. He’d thought she was the most beautiful woman. Before she had died, she had made him promise not to marry or be with a woman again until Catriona was full grown. He hadn’t betrayed her memory and hadn’t even wanted to until he saw Penelope. Her laughter had chased away his blackest thoughts and her smile had melted his dark heart and lifted the burden of being a widower, trying to keep his daughter safe.

But that been short lived. He didn’t have time to think of a beautiful woman––not with raising a wee daughter from afar and shielding her from his damnable curse.

Eldric’s face turned gray. “He plans to destroy us?”

Raphael clasped his arm. “I am afraid so. He plans to use his time spider to destroy all of you and those that you love.”

Ewan’s heart twisted. “He knows of me daughter?”

Sorrow filled Raphael’s eyes. “Yes.”

It had been over a month since he’d last seen Catriona. Her red hair had spread across her pillow, and she’d kicked off her blankets. As usual, she’d been asleep in her bed. He’d left a red rose near her bed, which was her favorite flower. If he’d known Zuto was hunting her, he’d have whisked her away.

“Bloody hell.” Ewan’s will hardened at the thought of her being murdered by the demon. He’d not let something as foul as a time spider hurt his wee daughter. What kind of father was he that he kept putting his wee girl in danger? This had to stop. He couldn’t live like this anymore. Hell. Catriona couldn’t live like this anymore.

As if reading his mind, the archangel said, “Yes. But there is still hope.”

Eldric paced back and forth and kept looking at the sea as if deciding whether to go to Tortuga to fetch Penelope. “How can this be? She has not mastered her power yet.”

Raphael stepped in front of him. “You have underestimated her, because she is your youngest. She possesses all that is good, and her heart is as strong as her mother’s. She has the power to shake the core of Coaybay.” He lowered his voice. “If only you believed in her.”

Eldric shook his head. “No. She has not mastered her power and doesn’t have the strength to fight Zuto.”

Raphael remained silent.

Eldric stabbed the edge of his trident near the angel’s foot. “Raphael, we must leave now. She’s all alone on Tortuga.”

Raphael picked up the trident and handed it back to Eldric. “If you step in and try to save your daughter, you will condemn your people to die. She must develop her powers on her own.”

Eldric opened his mouth, but then shut it. His cheek twitched and he stared at his trident. Ewan couldn’t help but think that the king was dangerously close to striking the angel down and starting a blood bath none of them would survive.

Kane demanded. “Then who is it?”

“I told you. The appointed one.”

A vein twitched in Kane’s temple. “I am the captain and I will do what is necessary.”

Raphael lifted his eyebrow at Kane’s boldness, but did not argue. Ewan did not think that Kane had won the war.

Eldric persisted, “But my daughter––”

Raphael clasped his arm. “Will not die…tonight.”

Ewan’s gut tightened. That didn’t mean Penelope or Catriona wouldn’t die soon. He had to get to Catriona to make sure she was safe, but the full moon was a couple of days away before he could turn into a bat and fly to her. He frowned at the thought of Zuto taking his revenge out on his sweet daughter. He understood Eldric’s pain. He’d be insane with worry if ’twas his daughter that the time spider would bite then drag to Zuto’s island.

Mariah rose to her feet and touched the obvious distraught king. “My grand-mère will protect her, oui?”

Raphael held each of their gazes as if he was studying their strengths and weaknesses. “Listen to me carefully. Once the appointed one is bitten and has poison in his veins he will be able to find your love ones and trap Zuto on his island.”

Raphael’s voice was so low that Ewan wasn’t sure he’d heard him right.

Ewan blurted, “Whoever is appointed to this task then would die.”

Raphael frowned and his aura turned to a flaming yellow. “If the chosen one does not fulfill this request, then Zuto will leave the island. Only the chosen can keep Zuto trapped, how long do you think it will take him to find Hannah and bring her back to Maketabori?”

Ewan opened his mouth to protest, but shut it. Kane had risked his life again and again to save Hannah. Maketabori was the God of Coaybay and Zuto’s master. The god had wanted Hannah brought to him to pay for his father’s sins of wiping out his worshippers by bringing three infected with small pox and leaving them on the island. Kane had foiled each attempt, but this was when Zuto was trapped on the island. “I am the chosen one,” Kane said. “And I’ll do what must be done.” He released a heavy sigh and met the angel’s eyes. “I accept your quest.”

“Once the appointed one is bitten”––Raphael handed him a gold string—“put his blood on the string, and it will shoot through time and show you where your loved ones are located.”

“I am the appointed one,” Kane snapped. “What about Zuto?”

“That one is more difficult. The chosen one must mix his blood with the demon’s. Only then will he remain trapped on the island.”

“This is folly,” Ewan said. “No one could possibly survive this madness.”

The archangel clapped his shoulder. “You have no choice.”

Ewan couldn’t tear his gaze away from the archangel’s. Dread crept into his soul that tonight the angel would visit him and make him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Chapter 4

Despite the cloudless sunny sky, a gloomy storm had descended upon their hearts as Ewan rowed back to the Soaring Phoenix. Water sloshed against the longboat. No one spoke. In dragon form, William shrieked overhead interrupting Ewan’s thoughts.

All he could think about was Catriona. He couldn’t let the dreaded time spider get her. She was only a wee one and no match for that hellish beastie. Ewan wouldn’t let her die.

Hannah Knight, Kane’s woman, stood on the bow watching them intently. Like always, she was dressed in a shirt and a pair of trousers. Her brown hair flared behind her, and her sword and pistol were on either side of her hips. She was a fierce fighter and possessed the ability to move objects with her mind. Kane loved her more than his own soul and would do anything to keep her safe—even let a time spider bite him. Like the rest of the crew, Kane was immortal, but the time spider was from Coaybay—Maketabori’s underworld. The poison had to be more potent than any other venom of this world—potent enough to kill a vampire.

Ewan prayed he wasn’t the chosen one. Catriona lived with her grandmother, who was on in years. They lived in a small cottage on Saint Kitts. He constantly worried about his grandmother dying and then what would he do with Catriona? She’d have no one to care for her but a cursed vampire. He’d have to refuse this quest for his daughter’s sake.

He glanced over his shoulder one more time to look at the island. The archangel Raphael sat on a rock and was fishing as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He’d just sent one of them on a deadly journey that he might not survive, and it didn’t seem to bother him. Well, it bloody hell bothered Ewan.

The boat rocked back and forth as each man climbed up the ladder. Ewan was last. He gripped the rope and heard Hannah laugh. Her laughter always made the darkness staining his heart lighter. She was quite a woman and deserved happiness. He crawled up the ladder to the Soaring Phoenix’s deck, determined to not be the appointed one.

Once on board, he helped the men pull up the longboat and secure it.

“You’re not serious, Kane.”

Hannah’s distraught and fearful voice made Ewan grimace. Kane and Hannah had no secrets between them, which was why their love grew stronger each day. He and Wynda had experienced the same undying love, but she was gone, leaving him an empty void.

The crew huddled around Hannah and Kane. William had transformed back into a man and had put on a pair of trousers. Every time he transformed back, he was naked. His pretty little witch always carried a pair of trousers for him in her bag. Theirs was another love that had grown stronger. Mariah had tamed an angry dragon, and they were inseparable. In battle, she always rode William’s broad back, and with her magic and his dragon strength, they were a fatal force.

But their force had been beaten more than once by Zuto’s spiders, especially the time spider. It was the most cunning and had yet to be killed.

“Oui, Capitaine,” Mariah said as she looked between Hannah and Kane in a deadly standoff. “There must be another way. You do not know if you can survive this bite, no? You do not even know if you are the chosen one.”

“What?” Hannah asked.

Kane put his hands on Hannah’s slim shoulders. “I am the captain, Hannah. I will not allow any of the crew to do this but me.”

A spread of conflicting emotions—anger, fear, love—crossed over Hannah’s face. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward her, her knuckles turning white. “Damn you! I can’t go through this again. I can’t lose you.” Desperation rocked her trembling voice.

He wrapped his arms around her shaking body. “Hannah.” His Irish timbre shook with sorrow. “If there was any other way…”

She shoved away from his chest. “I don’t want to hear it.” She stomped off, her hair slapping Kane in the face.

He lowered his head.

William touched his shoulder. “Kane, you should go after her.”

Kane lifted his head. “And say what? Nothing will change. I have no choice, but to follow the angel’s decree. If I don’t, Zuto will remain free.” He looked at Mariah. “Can you put your beloved at risk?”

A vein throbbed in William’s temple, and his arm dropped from Kane’s shoulder. His answer lodged in his throat. Like Kane, William had sacrificed much to save the crew and those he loved.

Kane braced his shoulders. “All hands on deck! We sail for Tortuga.”

Men scrambled to follow his orders. Sails were unfurled and rippled as they caught the wind. The anchor was hoisted up. Kane took the wheel from his first mate, Sean Mallory, and steered a course for Tortuga. It would take two days to reach their destination. Kane was a man ready to meet his fate.

Ewan wasn’t a coward, but he had too much at stake to be battling a time spider and demons over a beautiful girl he barely knew.

* * *

Ewan lay awake in his swinging hammock, listening to the crew’s snores, determined not to fall asleep, but the creaking of the ship or something else lured him into a restless sleep.

The sun warmed Ewan, thawing his cold heart and easing the tension brewing inside him. His worst fear came to light. He found himself walking in the surf, but he wasn’t alone––Raphael walked along next to him. A golden aura shimmered around him.

“Greetings, Ewan.”

Ewan stopped. The water gushed around his boots.“I am not the chosen one. I canna be. I am not a righteous man.”

“No, but you are riddled with guilt.”

Ewan jerked his head up. “Please, I canna do this. I have too many sins.”

“You mean because Kane made you the disciplinarian on the Phoenix?”

“Aye.”

“Your father was a harsh man and left many a lash on your back. You’re not your father. And as far as I know, you have not hurt anyone on the ship.”

“But that hasn’t been true with our prisoners.”

“Kane has shown more mercy than most.”

“You should have Kane be the chosen one––not me.”

Just because you don’t want it doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“You donna understand. I have a daughter––”

“That’s blind. Yes, I know.”

“She’s all I have. I would do anything to protect her.”

“I know that, too.”

Ewan wanted to strangle the angel but kept his arms pressed to his side. “How can you ask this of me?”

“Because this is your destiny.”

“No, I will not do it. I will not risk my daughter’s life to protect a girl I hardly know.”

“Your daughter will not be safe.”

Ewan ran his hand through his hair. “Then I’ll send her to the Americas where Zuto will never find her.”

“If he is able to get off the island, there isn’t anywhere on Earth she’ll be safe.”

Ewan’s mind raced on what he could do to hide her. “I will leave the ship and go with her. I promised Wynda I’d keep her safe.” His voice broke as he thought of his dead woman.

“Listen to me,” the archangel said. “If you fulfill this quest, I will touch your daughter. Her vision will be restored and she’ll have a mark that will hide her from the demon.”

“You can do that? Keep her safe from Zuto and restore her sight? She’s been blind since birth.” His heart thumped at the thought of his wee girl being able to see for the first time and how, for once, he could be the father she deserved.

“I am an archangel. What is your choice?”

“I donna have a much of a choice, do I?” Ewan grumbled as he lowered his head. “I accept.”

“Very well. You must do this alone.”

Ewan jerked his head up. “Without the Phoenix?”

“To prove your sincerity, you must leave the ship.”

The angel touched his hand, and burning pain rippled through Ewan.

Before Ewan could comment, he woke in the crew’s cabin, his heart pounding a million thumps a minute. He couldn’t breathe, as if the hot air stilted him. He held on tight to the hammock, trying to calm himself. He was drenched with sweat. It had been a dream, but it was all too real.

He looked down at his right hand, and there was a silver sword seared into his flesh––the mark of the archangel.

He stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, hating what he was going to have to do next. He just hoped someday Kane would forgive him.

William and Mariah were sheltered in a canvas tent in the corner of the room. More than canvas hid them from prying eyes. Mariah’s magic kept any sound emitting from inside, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t hear what was going on outside. Ewan’s heart pounded fiercely as he drew up the courage to set his plan in motion. Disabling the Phoenix would not endear him, but ’twas the only way to save Catriona.

He slowly rolled out of his hammock. The lanterns cast a low glow on the sleeping crew. They were his brothers, his family, and he was about to betray them. He hoped one day they would understand that he couldn’t follow Kane’s orders, not if it meant risking his daughter’s life. He was a father first, a brother second. Determined not to turn back, he edged out of the crew’s quarters maneuvering between sleeping men. In the corridor, only his shadow flickered on the wall. He crept down the corridor like a sabotaging wraith.

The ship rolled and creaked. His footsteps squeaked along the planks, and he winced. He stopped. Only his rugged breath echoed off the walls.

He stepped down the stairs to the weapons hold. Luck was with him. He grabbed an ax and held it tight.

No stopping now.

His heart thundering, he treaded lightly down the corridor to the gunners’ hold with the ax over his head. The ship creaked and moaned as if it suspected foul play. Sweat trickled down his temples, and his hands shook. The smooth wooden tiller rolled as it pushed on the rudder maneuvering the ship. It had to be at least six inches thick and well preserved. Water sloshed and splashed onto the ship. Up on deck, Kane was steering the wheel, unsuspecting that his course would be off set indefinitely. Treason could mean death or abandonment, but Ewan had no choice. His way was clear.

Without hesitation, he lifted the ax high over his head and then swung. Wood and splinters sprayed into the air. Pain swirled up his arms. Only a small nick marred the tiller. He had to act quickly. Kane would have felt something shiver with the wheel. Drawing upon his vampire strength, he swung again and again. His breath was ragged, and his arms shaking. There was a loud crack, then the wood split and snapped.

The deed was done. The tiller hung in two pieces—one scratching the floor, the other stabbing the ceiling and leaving a mark of mutiny.

Yells and hollers echoed overhead.

Rumbling footsteps pounded down the stairs. The full moon wasn’t until tomorrow, so he couldn’t change into a bat. He tossed the ax onto the floor and raced out of the cargo hold.

“This way,” he yelled. His heart sent blood rushing to his face.

Kane was the first one inside, his sword drawn. “There’s an intruder on board. He’s chopped the tiller in half.” He grabbed Ewan’s arm. “Did you see anyone come through here?”

Hannah was behind him her hair disheveled and sleep still in her bloodshot eyes. Unloading the longboat by himself would be cumbersome, and his guilt would be discovered. He needed an ally.

“No, I just arrived before ye did, Captain.” Ewan’s lie came too easily from his lips, and guilt slammed into his gut like a fist.

Sean slipped past them both and retrieved the ax. “’Tis still warm. Without the tiller to maneuver the rudder, we’ll be adrift for days.”

“We search the ship. Tell my brother to search the waters for the Fiery Damsel.” Kane motioned with his sword. “Bring the traitor to me.” Murder reflected in his eyes.

Ewan left with the crew, afraid too many questions would be asked. He raced down the corridor with the men, but then let them dart past him. Hannah hadn’t had her weapons and she’d come to retrieve them. He slipped inside the captain’s cabin, hoping ’twas Hannah that returned and not Kane.

A lantern softly glowed. The blankets on the oak bed were tangled as if someone had kicked them off. A closet door stood open, revealing a laundry of shirts and trousers and a couple of gowns. A jaded green cross on Kane’s desk glittered next to neatly folded papers. The cabin smelled of lemon and jasmine—definitely a woman’s touch. Not wanting to be discovered, he hid in the shadows, his blood rushing between his temples. He gripped his sword tight.

The door flung open.

Hannah raced toward her weapons alone.

He stepped out. “Hannah?”

She whirled around with a pistol aimed at his heart. “Ewan, what are you doing in here?”

“I have a proposal for ye.”

Her eyes widened. “You have splinters in your hair and on your clothes. ’Twas you, wasn’t it?” She cocked the trigger.

“I canna let Kane do this task.”

“You’d rather have Zuto be free?”

He shook his head. “The angel visited me in me dream and appointed me. If I do this, he promised to give sight to Catriona. Will ye help me?”

She lowered the pistol. “Ewan, the spider could kill you.”

“Aye, what I do? She’s me daughter. The choice is yours, Hannah.” He slowly approached her. “Would ye rather Catriona remain blind or Kane?” He lowered his voice as he stood next to her.

She cupped his cheek and met his gaze. “Kane will never forgive me, but I can’t lose him.”

He kissed her palm and gripped her hand. “I know.”

She retracted her hand. “How can I help you?”

“I need the longboat.”

She nodded. “I understand.” She shoved her pistol into her belt, then tilted her head. “We need to leave before Kane decides to search this cabin.”

He went to open the door.

Hannah grabbed his arm. “What of William?”

“Speak to Mariah. She’ll find a way to keep her dragon under control.”

Hannah didn’t answer but motioned with her hand for him to move.

Ewan peeked open the door to an empty corridor.

“I’ll go first. They’ll think nothing of me coming out of my cabin.”

Ewan allowed her to go, praying that he wasn’t seen sneaking out of her cabin. Kane would have him skinned alive if he thought he’d messed with Hannah. His muscles tense, he slipped outside. Hannah was down at the opposite end talking to Sean, whose back was turned. Ewan hoped she wasn’t about to betray him.

He climbed the stairs two at time, pretending to look for the supposed intruder.

Kane was storming back and forth on deck. “Blast it. Palmer’s behind this. Zuto must have suspected what we were up to.”

Ewan masked his fear and grumbled like the rest of the men, cursing Quinton Palmer. Palmer was the captain of the Fiery Damsel and Kane’s deadly enemy. Unlike the crew of the Phoenix, Quinton and his men could change into vampires at will. As long as Kane suspected Palmer and Zuto, he wouldn’t be looking at his own men.

Someone slid up next to Ewan, and he looked down into Hannah’s brown eyes. She tilted her head in the direction of the longboat. He wasn’t sure what she had planned, but he didn’t have much choice except to make his way between the crowded men to the longboat.

Mariah came up next to Hannah, and the two women exchanged knowing glances. Ewan groaned inwardly. Obviously, his little secret was out, but to his surprise, Mariah mumbled something under her breath, and the back and fore stays unwound by themselves as if cut.

“What the hell is going on here?” Kane bellowed.

The men ran to grab the stays to hoist up the sails.

Hannah came up next to him. “Get ready.” She put out her palms, and the ropes holding the longboat unwound. The boat lifted over the ship. A splash signaled the boat had reached the bottom. Hannah dropped her arms. Blood trickled down her nose, always a signal she’d used her powers.

“What the hell? Hannah!”

Kane’s booming voice sent Ewan into action. He jumped over the rail and shimmed down the rope.

He grabbed the oars then looked up at the disabled ship. Kane gripped Hannah’s shoulders and shook her, but then held her in his arms. He’d forgiven her, but then, he’d forgive her anything. That could not be said for Ewan.

Angry and surprised voices called out.

“Ewan!”

“He’s the traitor!”

“May ye rot in hell, Kelley!”

Ewan bristled then dipped the oars in the sea. He didn’t look back, not wanting to see their accusatory eyes of the only brotherhood he’d ever known. He focused his thoughts on Catriona. If he saved Penelope, Catriona would have sight and never be in danger again. This was worth it.

He rowed away from the Phoenix into darkness.

Chapter 5

Zuto’s arms were chained to a tree branch high over his head, and he dangled like a monkey. Pain throbbed in his overstretched muscles, and blood drizzled down his back. He could easily break free from this bondage, but Maketabori forbade it. He allowed Natasa to torture Zuto every night to remind him that he was still a slave.

Guess the bastard forgot his promise not to hurt him.

Time was waning thin. He had to stop the mermaid from mating with the gun master, Ewan Kelley. All he had to was retrieve Ewan’s daughter, and Ewan would do anything protect her––including not mating with the mermaid.

Natasa ran her hand down his back, and he winced. She laughed then stood in front of him, licking the crimson off her finger. Hate burned in his heart as he stared into her big, laughing red eyes. She gave him a syrupy smile, and the moonlight glittered off her sharp teeth.

She ran the tips of her fingernails down his arm. “The pain will stop, love, as soon as you tell me your plans for the time spider.”

He gasped and spit on the ground near her red furry boots. “Go to hell.”

He loathed her more than he did Maketabori.

She pouted. “Is that nice coming from my favorite plaything? I am beginning to think you don’t look forward to my nightly visits.”

Before he could answer, she seized his hair, then kissed him brutally on the lips. There had been a time when he’d enjoyed her rough play, but now, he only endured it. She visited him every night and delighted in torturing him.

She ran her red fingernail down his cheek. “Tell me how you can control the time spider.”

He gave her a cold look that would have sent Captain Quinton Palmer of the Fiery Damsel fleeing back to his ship.

But she only smiled. Her red hair piled high on her head highlighted her tempting lips, and he couldn’t help but steal a glance down her bodice that could barely contain her large bosoms. But he was no longer seduced by her feminine wiles. She’d betrayed him, and he’d never forgiven her.

“You will tell me your plans, Zuto.” She squeezed his chin tight between her fingers. She narrowed her red eyes. “Tell me how you control that wretched beast. Its web is half-way done. I refuse to be trapped in that dreary town. Answer me.”

The time spider was loyal to him. Natasa had never learned how to develop a bond with animals and had even taunted the time spiders by playing with their webs and destroying their egg sacks. The creatures detested her as much as he did.

“No.” Zuto ripped his head away from her grip, her fingers scratching the side of his chin. Dampness trickled down his neck.

“I am losing patience.” She clutched the bloody whip in her hand tight. “I see you still need to learn that Maketabori favors me over you. You’re no better than I am, and you will never escape from this island. At least Maketabori allows me to be free at night.”

He bristled. Unlike him, Maketabori was not immune to her charms.

“Too bad he didn’t give you the same deal. We might have had a pleasant arrangement.” Her voice quivered as if she no longer believed she was in the god’s good graces.

“Perhaps he is growing tired of you as I have.”

She lifted her chin. “You’ll pay for your insolence.”

Weariness soaked into his body, but he met her haughty gaze. “Do your worst.”

She exhaled loudly then turned on her heels. He braced his body and gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out for mercy. The whip crackled behind him, and a slash ripped into his back, tearing away skin and muscle. Despite his iron will, he shuddered. She cracked the whip again and again. His legs wobbled, and he crumbled, stretching his muscles to the very brink of ripping them out of his shoulder sockets. With each lash, he sucked in deep gulps of air.

All strength abandoned him. His legs collapsed, and the weight of his body yanked his arms. He released a curse.

“Such a fool, you are,” she said.

The darkness lightened into the dawn, and cool air brushed over him. His blessed sun peeked over the horizon. “Your time is up, wench.”

A golden ray of sunlight highlighted the side of Natasa’s body. She hissed as she faded away. Not caring about the pain, Zuto jerked the manacles. Natasa had cursed them so he could not easily free himself. He yanked harder and harder. The tree branch split in two. Leaves and bits of wood fell on top of his head and down his flayed back. The chain dropped to the ground. He took a deep breath, trying to manage the numbing pain.

He forced himself to stand. He’d heal. He had work to do, and he needed to find that mermaid before Maketabori changed his mind and he was stuck on this damn island forever.

He wobbled to his hut and sat in front of his fire pit. He drew on his power and brought the image of Penelope into his mind. The flames crackled and flickered high. He swiped his palm. “I’naru’.”

The fire burned hotter. An image formed of a ship-filled harbor, a busy sea town, a lush jungle, and a tall mountain––Tortuga. The picture narrowed to a house with a white picket built next to a mountain trail. The gate was opened. A young woman with curly light blond hair and big blue eyes hugged a withered old crone––Morgana Fey, a powerful witch and a worthy adversary. He’d learned to never underestimate her power.

But the young woman had to be Penelope. Fear flickered in her eyes as she hurried down the path with no weapons. He smiled. She was heading toward the sea harbor town and obviously planned to swim back to her father. She’d be easy prey for the time spider and would never see her father again.

She wasn’t as tall as her older sister, Isabella, or curvy like her other sister, Angelica. She had the power to control ice, snow, and wind, but only if she remained pure. If she was seduced, then she’d lose her power, and her people would be vulnerable. He could exact his revenge on her pathetic father. Right now, she’d only begun to perform simple spells like making snowballs, and he’d make sure that was all she’d ever be able to do. He needed to capture her before she mastered it. His only hope was to keep her doubting herself and believing she was incompetent. But her sisters had taught him not to underestimate the power of a mermaid.

He returned to the beach, not wanting the time spider to destroy his home. The morning sun’s rays warmed the sand. Zuto slowly walked over to the waves and braced his legs apart. He stretched out his arms wide, then he closed his eyes. In a loud voice, he said, “Guaba.”

He opened his eyes. The ground quaked, and a crack ran along the beach, then opened wide. Sand and water spilled into the crack, creating a puff of murkiness. Through the swirling sand, a spindly hairy leg crept out, then another until the white time spider crawled out. A red mark on its belly was in the shape of an hour glass. It clamped its jaws back and forth, and eight glossy eyes stared at Zuto.

He lowered his arms. “Listen to me, my pet. I need you to find a mermaid with light blond hair the color of the virgin snow and a pure heart. But beware, she has the power to turn water into ice and could freeze you. Bite her then bring her to me.”

The spider swirled around until a sandy tornado rose and disappeared into the beach, leaving a mound of sand. He stared out into the empty horizon. “Beware, Captain O’Brien. Soon you’ll die of a broken heart.”

Chapter 6

Ewan looked up at the stars and the waning moon to guide him through the vast dark ocean. Guilt still weighed heavy on him over leaving the Soaring Phoenix drifting aimlessly, but he had to get to Tortuga before Kane. Catriona’s life depended on it. He figured it would take Kane at least two days to fix the tiller. Two days before he hunted Ewan down.

He ran his hand through his slick hair. Tomorrow night would have been so much easier since he could have changed into a bat. But he couldn’t speed up time.

Another row, and he winced. He rested the oars and took a deep breath. Tortuga was at least twenty leagues away, and he’d been already rowing for what seemed like a century. Even with his vampire strength, pain throbbed in his shaking arms. Sweat drenched his back, and his silky shirt stuck to his skin. He took it off then wiped his drenched face. He tossed the shirt onto the bottom boards. A breeze of cool air whipped around him, and he shivered. Despite the burning blisters on his palms, he picked up the oars and dipped them into the ocean.

By his calculation, he still had five hours before he reached Tortuga. It would take an ordinary man a day to reach the island, but Ewan wasn’t an ordinary man. His vampire strength allowed him to move three times as fast, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel the aches and pains of rowing for hours. When he arrived, he’d have to hike up to Mariah Fey’s grandmother’s home where Penelope was staying. Weariness settled into his shaking muscles at the thought of making the long trek, but he could collapse later. All that mattered was saving Penelope. He just prayed the time spider hadn’t found her first.

Something splashed behind him. He whirled around afraid either Leif or William in dragon form had found him.

Relief flooded him.

Eldric the king of the merpeople glared at him. “So, the chosen one, was you? It should have been the captain.” The moonlight shined onto his white hair––the same shade as Penelope’s––and made it look brighter. Droplets of water trickled down his torso. He aimed his magical trident at Ewan as if debating whether or not to skewer him.

Ewan dropped the oars and raised his hands slowly. “Sorry to disappoint ye. The archangel didna give me any choice.”

Eldric lowered his weapon, then gripped the boat and rocked it.

Water splashed onto Ewan’s face like a hard cold slap. He shook his head, blinking his eyes. “Listen to me. This wasna me choice.”

“You fool! The archangel should have appointed the captain of the Soaring Phoenix. Not one of his scallywags.”

“I told you he didna give me much choice.” Ewan glowered at the king. “I have a wee daughter and if I donna do this task, he said Zuto will come after her. She’s all I have left.” Bitterness strangled his voice.

“You could die.”

Ewan took a deep breath. “My daughter is worth dyin’ for.”

Understanding replaced the anger flickering in Eldric’s eyes. “How old is she?”

“Five. She’s livin’ with her grandmother in Saint Kitts. As far away from this mess as possible.”

“To save your daughter you must save mine.”

“Aye, ’tis the archangel’s plan.”

Eldric held his gaze as if deciding whether a lowly pirate was worthy enough for his youngest and pampered daughter. He slowly asked, “You’re determined to do this task?”

“I am.”

“And you’re willing to do whatever is needed to keep my daughter safe?”

As long as it doesn’t jeopardize Catriona’s life. “I said I would.”

Ewan forced himself to be patient for the king’s answer. He wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him for taking so long to ponder. He must have thought Ewan was a poor choice or the lesser of two evils.

A vein in the king’s temple quivered, and his eyes hardened. “’Tis not as if I have much choice. I’ll help you.” His low voice was less than enthusiastic.

Obviously, he thought Kane was the better man, and maybe he was, but Kane was devoted to Hannah. Ewan knew that if Kane had a choice on who to save between Hannah and Catriona, he’d lose his precious daughter. He had to do this dreaded task.

“You must hurry and get to Tortuga.”

Ewan rolled his eyes and held up the oars. “I’ve been rowin’ all night.”

“Your rowing isn’t fast enough.”

His disdain stung and vexed Ewan’s unraveling temper. He slammed the oars into the water, splashing the sneering king. “Well, then how else I am supposed to get there?”

“I’m king of the merpeople and command the waters. Hold onto the boat, pirate.”

Eldric rose halfway out of the water and spread his arms wide. Black clouds blocked out the stars and moon and made Ewan feel small in the darkness. He sucked in his breath.

Ewan opened his mouth to argue, but the boat swirled around in the water spinning faster and faster. Wind hissed in his ear. The oars flew out, banging his arms, and he barely had time to grab the sides. Water surged around him, sloshing into the boat, and fear pounded hard onto his beating heart.

“Ye’er going to drown me, ye eejit!”

“Trust me.” Eldric’s voice was loud and strong.

A wave lifted Ewan and the longboat. He braced himself to be flipped over. The longboat swayed back and forth, then surged forward as if being towed. Mist splashed onto his face and whipped his trembling body. He sucked down sea water and choked. His vision blurred—salt water stung his eyes.

The world shot past him as if he was an arrow skipping across the ocean. He’d never moved so fast and couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, the wave ceased, and the boat dropped through the air. His hair whirled around his face. Flashes of white, black, and purple blurred his vision. He screamed. The boat hit the water, sending waves spraying into the air, silencing his terror. He gulped for air and shoved his hair out of his face. He shook his head and slowly realized that the dark clouds had drifted away. The glimmering lights of stars, and the soft glow of the moon reflected onto the calm water. Ahead, flickering lanterns revealed the outline of anchored ships.

Eldric had kept his word. Ewan knew where he was. He was in the middle of Tortuga’s harbor.

Sailors looked down at him with curiosity and suspicion.

“What’s with all the yelling, mate?” an angry voice shouted.

Ewan sank back into the longboat, too tired to answer or care. The boat floated past a ship, and sailors peered over the railing. Some had pistols aimed others had swords.

He forced his wet and banged up body to sit up. He dipped his hand into the water and winced at the salt stinging his blisters. Waves lazily lapped against the hull. He paddled the longboat toward shore, but the boat seemed to steer itself. Eldric must still be controlling the waters.

Ewan put his hands on his knees and took deep breaths. He needed to save his strength. Morgana Fey lived on top of the mountain, and he had a long trek ahead. Why the devil couldn’t she live here?

A few yards from shore, he jumped into the warm water that came up to his waist. He hauled the boat to the shore and collapsed onto his knees.

Glimmering lamp posts highlighted cobblestone streets and wooden buildings. The streets were deserted except for the bawdy laughter that came from a couple. The man swayed, drunk off whiskey, and a seductive blonde had her arm linked with his, steering him toward the brothel. Scantily clad women leaned out the windows, obviously tired from a hard night’s work.

“Come up here, dearie,” a husky feminine voice called. “I’ll give ye a good time.”

Ewan ignored her and dragged himself to his feet. He headed toward the main street and stopped, blinking his eyes.

A woman hidden beneath a dark cloak scurried down the street. Moonlight blond curls escaped from the hood, and he caught a glimpse of cobalt blue eyes the same color as Eldric’s. He’d recognize her anywhere—Penelope.

She rushed past the alleyway without even noticing him.

He stepped out of the darkness. “Penelope!”

She stopped and froze. She gripped the cloak tighter around her and edged backward. “Who are you? How do you know my name?”

His gut tightened that she’d not recognized him. “’Tis me, lass. Ewan Kelley of the Soaring Phoenix. I have come to rescue ye.” He clasped her trembling arm. “What are ye doing wandering down the streets of Tortuga alone? ’Tis not safe.”

She wiggled, trying to escape him, and pushed her small hand on his. “Let go. I have to flee. Something is coming for me. Morgana sent me away.”

Chills rushed his arm at her soft touch.

She frowned. “Where’s the rest of the crew?”

Ewan’s conscience curled up in shame. He cleared his throat. “I abandoned the ship.” His voice came out hoarse, and he couldn’t hide the emotion.

“Why?”

He wasn’t sure how much she knew or how much Morgana knew. “I came to save ye.”

“You know of the—spider.” Her voice trailed off, and her face turned pale.

“Aye, I know of it. Ye have reason to fear the beastie. It can tear a man in two.”

Panic flickered in her eyes. She broke his grip. “I need to get away from here. Away from my people. The spider will kill anyone in its path to get to me. Save yourself.” She rushed past him toward the ocean.

He grabbed her wrist and whirled her around. “Listen to me. D’ye think the beast canna come through the water?”

“Morgana told me as much, but if I stay here, people will die. It wants me.”

“If ye want to live and save these people, follow me.”

Screams in the harbor jerked both their attention. Something large was blocking out the stars and knocking against ships. The once calm water sloshed back and forth, tossing anchored ships around like children’s toys. White sticky streams spewed out of the darkness and shaved off a ship’s mast. It fell into the harbor with an angry crash, sending waves against a nearby schooner, making it tip dangerously onto its side and knocking crewmen into the sea.

A frigate fired its cannons, and the smell of sulfur filled the air.

Sticky strands wrapped around men and snatched them off the decks and lifted them into the black sky. Shrieking and cursing, they fired pistols and waved their swords, but their weapons were useless. They were flung into the sea or hurled against the hull of ships with a loud splat––their bodies instantly crunching into shattered pieces.

Penelope put her hand over her mouth. “Poseidon, what is it?”

“The beastie has found us.” Ewan forced her to move further away from the beach and into the shadows of the brothel.

Two long, hairy, spindly legs stabbed the sand. The white time spider emerged out of the sea like a ghosty apparition. Water dripped off its bulbous body. Moonlight glistened off eight glossy eyes, and saliva dripped from its clomping fangs to splatter onto the sand.

He froze, and his breath caught. The thought of that creature biting him or Penelope sent terror rushing through his veins. Could he actually let its fangs tear into his flesh? Would he even survive? There’d be no way the waif of a girl would survive such a foul fate.

Penelope screamed.

He put his hand over her mouth and pulled her trembling body against his as he pressed his back against the building. She struggled to get free, and he tightened his arm around her waist.

“Shhh,” he whispered into her ear. “It hasn’t seen us yet.”

The creature spewed strands onto the hull of the hapless schooner, covering half its side. Wood splintered and cracked. The mast teetered, sails billowed. Men ran along the deck, trying to brace the lanyards, but their efforts were in vain. The mast crashed into the water, propelling a fierce wave that smashed onto the beach and sprayed droplets high into the air.

Ewan edged along the wooden building, trying to avoid the spider’s path. Penelope’s heart pounded as hard and as fast as his. The spider was searching for her, and thanks to Zuto’s dark magic, it would recognize her on sight.

“If I move my hand away from your mouth, d’ye promise not to scream?” he whispered in her ear. He couldn’t help but inhale her feminine scent. It reminded him of the aromatic heather of Scotland.

She nodded her head.

Hoping he wasn’t making a deathly mistake, he slowly released his hand. She sucked in a deep breath, then pushed her lips together as if trying to muffle the terror brewing inside her.

He took her trembling hand and led her down the alley. He reached the cobblestone street and looked over his shoulder.

The spider shrieked then crashed one of its legs into the tavern. Stone and wood cracked and caved inward, sending dust flying into the air. Another leg split a wagon in half. Eight eyes full of hate scanned the street, looking for them.

He melted back into the darkness, dragging Penelope with him. A thousand thoughts of where to go flashed in his mind—the mountains, the jungle, the town. But there was only one place he knew would be safe—the sea.

He tilted his head. “Move or die.”

Chapter 7

The overbearing gun master of the Soaring Phoenix Ewan Kelley had issued an order for Penelope to move or die. He was a warrior, but instead of casting hope like her father, he dashed her soul with gloom. His whip pressed against her hip. At her sister’s wedding, she’d seen him flick a fly off a horse’s ear without leaving a nick. Rumors had it that he was the one who doled out the punishment on board the Phoenix. His voice had been hard and sharp, as if she was one of the crew, and like the crew, if she disobeyed, she’d feel the lash on her back.

She didn’t want to die, but cold fear seized every muscle in her body, and she froze as the whale-sized spider circled, and its bulbous abdomen knocked down the brothel’s wall. Dust, stones, and wood collapsed on half-dressed people running out of the building. Her thumping panic threatened to break her icy heart. Penelope gripped Ewan’s hand tight, terrified he’d let go.

Pity flashed in his eyes, as if her incompetent reputation had even reached his pirates ears. “I promise I willna let anything happen to ye, lass.”

Penelope nodded, unable to speak, not just from the spider, but the shame that she needed protecting once more. She wished she had Angelica’s bravery and Isabella’s determination, but she possessed neither.

He squeezed her shaking hand, and his calloused one gave her the strength to move. Angelica had said that the spider was enormous, but Penelope had doubted her, fool that she was. She’d even hinted that Angelica was exaggerating. She’d never doubt her again.

The creature lifted a long leg then pierced a fallen man, pinning him to the ground. Crimson spurted through his mouth like a gushing fountain. She couldn’t move. Not even a hungry great white shark sent freezing fear icing down her spine.

Shouts and screams stilled her thundering heart.

“Hurry!” he urged.

She tripped over her gown and landed on one knee. Pain swept up her leg.

“Get up!” He hauled her up as if she was a small child.

Blood drained from her face. She squared her jaw, and ignoring the pain, limped down the beach.

He led her down to the deserted shore, and the water meant home. Silky strands dangled from a broken mast, and the sail drifted on the ocean. A schooner’s stern bobbed in the harbor like a piece of driftwood. Torn carcasses of men fluttered in the water; their faces frozen in horror. She couldn’t breathe as her lungs squeezed in terror.

She nodded and followed him. Something sticky whizzed over her head, ripping out her hair. She winced and put her hand on the top of her head.

“Get down!”

Ewan slammed his arm on her back, and she fell on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Sand flew into her mouth. A white strand hit Ewan in the shoulder and spun him around, then he crumbled.

The spider hurried toward them, its ugly fangs chomping back and forth. Poseidon! They were both going to die unless she did something fast. She got on her knees. The creature stuck a leg into a stream. Not knowing if it would work or not, Penelope drew on her power and thrust her hand, hoping to create a wave to push the spider back.

But instead, the water turned to white and froze. Pure luck saved her. The creature moved, but its leg was frozen in the ice.

The spider shrieked with rage as it pulled on its leg. Bits of ice popped into the air. Any minute it would be free.

Ewan moaned and groaned. Blood trickled down his massive shoulder, and his red hair covered his handsome, rugged face. She put her hands underneath his arm. “Please get up. My magic isn’t strong. Put your arm around my neck.”

Sticky strands dangled from his shoulder, and she sucked in her tummy. The web had sliced through his shoulder as if it had been sword. It wasn’t just his shoulder. Lacerations rippled down his arm. “Ewan, can you hear me?”

“Aye, help me, lass.” His face turned pale, and his eyes fluttered. “I canna die. The demon will kill me wee daughter. He knows where she is.”

“Your daughter?”

He gripped her arm tight. “Please. She’s blind and all I have left. Without me, she’ll die.”

She thought she saw tears in his eyes. She’d never known the fierce gun master of the Soaring Phoenix had a daughter nor that he was capable of such caring. His desperation touched her. She’d always thought he was hard as nails and callous.

She pulled on his arm. “I will not leave you. Get up.” She couldn’t abandon him and let an innocent child die.

“Thank ye.” His voice was raspy, as if each gasp was his last.

The ice snapped. The creature pulled on its leg.

“Please. The beast will be free soon.” She couldn’t take her eyes off its fangs, and the thought of it tearing into her flesh made her want to run into the sea for freedom. She had little doubt that it would attack Ewan and rip him apart. Angelica had warned her that not even vampire pirates could withstand this monster.

She huddled her body against his. Ewan shook his head, but he gritted his teeth, then clutched her arm as he stood. He leaned his massive frame against her small one. She silenced a muffled groan and braced her legs.

He tilted his head. “There’s a dinghy tied to the wharf. ’Tis not much of a chance, but ’tis better than fighting the beastie.”

Like he did his men, he commanded a presence that made her trust him. She didn’t answer him and concentrated on the dinghy that seemed to be a million miles away. The going was at a snail’s pace. She put one foot forward, sinking into the sand while bracing her heel behind her. Ewan would drag his feet slowly, then take a breath. His body crushed her, and she labored to breathe. Sweat trickled down her face.

Behind them, the creature shrieked. She closed her eyes, waiting for unbearable rippling through her flesh as it sank its fangs into her muscle.

“Just keep moving,” Ewan whispered. His head hung down onto his chest. He collapsed onto one knee and dropped his arm.

Strands of Penelope’s hair hung in her face. She gasped for breath. Her muscles strained with pain. She looked up. The dinghy was less than ten feet. “Ewan, we are almost there. Please.”

She clasped her hands underneath his large bicep. “Now! Move!”

Ewan lifted his head up and down, but didn’t answer. In one big leap or fall, they made it into the dinghy, limbs tangled. The small boat rocked back and forth, the boon swinging and creaking.

There were oars at the bottom of the boat. She clamored over his large body but couldn’t help inhaling his masculine scent, which reminded her of salt and oil––such a different combination. Her fingers trembling, she managed to untie the bow line securing the boat to the pier. The rope fell into the water. She snatched the oars out of the bottom of the boat.

Ewan reached for an oar with a shaking hand. “Give it to me. I’ll do it.”

She whipped out of his reach. “Don’t be silly. You’re hurt.” She pushed him, and he landed on his arse.

He released a groan and held his shoulder. Blood leaked through his fingers. “Yer not strong enough, lass. The creature will overtake us.” He labored to say each word.

“I am not helpless.” She avoided looking in his eyes, afraid he’d look at her as a failure.

But he gave her a small grin. “I never said ye were.” He grimaced and arched his back.

“Ewan, please don’t pass out.”

“I am sorry, lass, but I…have…to…disappoint…ye. Stay to the…shadows,” he gasped. His eyes fluttered shut.

She wiped his hair off his sweaty face. He must be in so much pain, and all she could think about was saving herself. “I won’t let the spider get us.” At least she hoped that was true.

She sat back on the boat, trying to understand why Ewan had come here to save her. At Angelica’s wedding, she’d danced with him only once and got to see a part of him she’d hadn’t seen before. The hard lines on his face had softened and when he laughed––she liked the sound of his Scottish burr. His thick red hair had flared over his muscular shoulders, and she couldn’t help but notice his chiseled chest that peeked through his white shirt he’d opened to the navel. For a few minutes, she’d felt happy and protected in his arms, but then the dance ended. She’d hoped he would asked her for another dance, but he never did, and she was forced to dance with men who didn’t tickle her fancy.

The dreaded spider shrieked. It spurred her to sink the oar into the water. Once more, the thought of diving into the water and swimming to safety flashed through her mind, but Ewan had passed out. Blood spread across his shoulder. She had to get him away from here. Even grimacing in pain and passed out, he was ruggedly handsome and uncommonly brave.

Her father had said that mercy was one of the greatest assets of being a queen, and since she was about to be the next queen, she’d not leave a wounded man to die.

“You’re not going to get us, you son of bitch,” she whispered under breath. Her vow gave her strength. She edged the dinghy away from the shore and kept her focus on the darkness.

Angry shouts made her glance over her shoulder. Fiery arrows lit up the sky and pierced the spider’s skin. Its hair caught on fire, and a loud, terrified shriek made her heart stop. The spider yanked its leg, and drops of blood flew into the air. It spun around and around and around as a blaze lit up its back. A crack split open on the beach, and the spider slipped inside.

She dipped the oars slowly into the water and rowed through the blackness, ignoring the temptation to swim to her father. But Morgana had warned that the spider would follow, putting everyone she cared about in danger.

She twisted, searching for the creature. The sea was calm, and waves lazily rolled onto the shore. She studied the water, desperately looking for bubbles or ripples or a whirlwind.

Nothing. Why wasn’t it looking for her?

She ripped a piece of her gown and hurried over to Ewan. Her hands trembling, she carefully tied the material around his shoulder. He moaned but didn’t open his eyes. Her work wasn’t very good, but at least, it stopped the blood flow. She wiped her stained hands on her gown. She wanted to do more, but she didn’t have time.

She shoved the oars into the water and paddled as fast as she could, putting as much distance between them and Tortuga. She had to get Ewan to safety and stop the blood leaking from her dirty bandage and dress it properly.

The spider would be back and would be determined to hunt them down.

Her father had always warned her that nothing was worse than a wounded, furious, vengeful monster.

Chapter 8

Moonlight flickered off the calm, empty sea that made Penelope feel utterly alone. A gentle breeze cooled the sweat sticking to her hot skin. She panted harder and harder. Her muscles throbbed, and each time she dipped the oars into the black water, her arms, shoulders, and wrists twitched in protest. She was growing numb as she tried to stay awake, listening to the steady rhythm of the water slapping against the sides of the longboat. She’d never worked so hard in her life, but she couldn’t stop. She’d had to put as much distance between them and Tortuga in hopes the time spider would lose their trail.

Ewan made a small groan. Glad for the break, she put her oars down, and her arms shook violently. His eyes remained shut, and his head hung over his slowly rising and falling chest. She’d never seen such long eyelashes on a man, and she thought it made him even more handsome—the original knave pirate.

But she needed to resist him. Temptation would douse her powers and leave her people vulnerable. Best get him back to his ship and to his daughter. Where was the girl? Surely, not on board the Phoenix.

The moonlight made his face look even paler. She put her trembling hand on the side of his cheek. He was warm as if a fever burned inside him. Blood had spread across his bandage, forming a jagged star that had left a stream down his arm. She desperately needed to dress his wound, but there was nothing in the boat. She needed to find land so she could build a fire and keep him warm.

She wiped his hot face with the hem of her dress, wishing she had something cleaner. He was alive, but for how long? He hadn’t moved since he’d passed out. The beast’s thread must possess some kind of magic or poison that was deadly even to vampires.

She carefully checked around the boat for bubbles or a hairy leg, but so far, luck had been on their side. It had been three hours since they’d escaped the beach, and the spider hadn’t reappeared. But that meant nothing. It might be hiding or watching them, waiting for the right time to attack. From what Ewan had said, the spider could appear anytime at any place—including the vast ocean.

Being a hero had never been in her nature. She’d always been the sister no one paid attention to—they always thought she only cared about collecting pretty gems or gowns, but here she was trying to save a man’s life.

“Father!” she cried.

Not even a ripple from the sea answered her.

“Where are you?” She twisted around in the boat, hoping to see a soft glow in the ocean that signaled his approach, but nothing––only disappointment greeted her.

She put her finger in the water, hoping her slight touch would bring him to her like it had when she was a child.

Nothing happened.

In frustration, she slapped her palm on top of the water and immediately regretted it. Sea salt soaked into her blistered palm, and she winced. She shook her throbbing hand and mumbled under her breath. “Where are you, Father?” She called out again. “You’ve always come before.”

But only Ewan’s soft snores answered her.

Sensibility settled inside her. There was no sense screaming until her voice was hoarse. Something must be amiss. Father would have come if he’d been able, but she couldn’t worry about that now.

She was on her own.

She sighed heavily and looked behind her. Tortuga’s lights had faded into the distance, reminding her of twinkling stars.

Dark clouds swirled overhead and grumbled, blocking out the glowing moonlight. The wind picked up and whistled, and the longboat moved up and down on the growing, angry waves. She shivered as goose flesh broke out on her skin. She rubbed her trembling arms. The boat could easily tip over, dumping them both into the sea. It wouldn’t be a problem for her. Warmth would fill her, but Ewan could drown. If a vampire could drown.

Waters sloshed up against the boat, splashing onto her arms and face. Rain plopped onto her forehead then ran down into her eyes. She wiped the water off with the back of her hand.

She picked up the oars and rowed long, strong strokes, but it was as if she were dipping them into molasses. The water was angry and rocked the dinghy, tossing them around like a strip of seaweed. She had to get them to safety.

Rain turned into sleet, stabbing the ocean and slicing into her skin. The boat bobbed up high. Ewan slipped toward the water, one arm and leg disappearing into blackness.

“Ewan!” The wind silenced her cry.

The boat slid upward, and Ewan rolled further toward the water.

“No!” She dropped one oar into the boat and lunged. She snagged his arm with one hand, and hung on tight. The wind swished around her and ripped the other oar out of her hand hard. She cried out.

The oar banged against the hull then sailed high into the air, never touching the water. Her hair flared around her face, blinding her. Poseidon, they were in a squall.

Ewan slipped through her fingers. Ignoring the pain in her wrist, she grabbed him under his arm pits, and with one big effort, hauled him into the boat. He landed with a thud and actually steadied them. She shielded her eyes, hunting for someplace to go––anywhere.

The waves smashed into the side of the dinghy, threatening to turn them over. Rain pelted harder, slashing her and Ewan. Despair and panic descended onto her.

Out of sheer desperation, she screamed, “Father, help us!”

The boat twirled into a circle, faster and faster. She screamed, hating herself for being so weak.

Something pounded into the hull. A fin skimmed by. Oh, Poseidon—first a storm, and now, a shark? What else could go wrong? But she wasn’t defeated yet. She lifted the remaining oar high over her head. The shark swam closer. Without hesitation, she slammed the oar down onto its nose. The force made her arms jerk. The beast swam underneath the boat, but surprisingly, it didn’t attack.

Penelope wanted to grab Ewan’s shoulders and shake him awake, but his ashen face made her think twice. She scooted closer to the rail and paddled as fast as she could.

The shark wasn’t done yet and slammed into the boat. A loud crack made her heart stop. Water spewed inside.

“Damn it!”

She looked around and something loomed dark ahead. She hoped it was an island.

The beast rammed the boat again. Wood splintered. She grabbed Ewan’s hand and jumped into the water. She drew on her mermaid power, and her body radiated with a brilliant white. Her blood pumped stronger, and her muscles rippled. The shark circled around them. She held on tight to Ewan’s hand. Drawing on her strength, she swam toward the darkness ahead of her, hoping it was an island and not her imagination.

She swam as fast as she’d ever swam, but she wasn’t alone. She glanced over her shoulder. The beast pursued them. It opened its mouth, revealing sharp pointed teeth. Her heart thundered against her ribs. Her arms throbbed from rowing, and Ewan’s lifeless body punished them even further.

For once, she refused to give up. The shark gnashed its mouth. She flicked her hand. Water froze and an ice wall formed. The shark crashed into it, and the wall cracked. It swam away, and she knew it would make another run. Her ice wall wasn’t big and thick, but it was enough to give them a chance to escape.

She only had minutes to get them away. She kicked her legs and tightened her grip on Ewan’s thick arm. Her strength was waning, her fingers slipping.

The reef grew closer. Land was ahead. She only had a little bit further to go.

Something shattered. She looked behind her. The shark sped toward them, its mouth wide open. Ignoring the instinct to release Ewan and flee for her life, she kicked harder. She turned again and flung her hand. An ice ball formed in the shark’s mouth. It jerked, and its tail flicked back and forth.

She drew on her last energy and dragged herself and Ewan to the ocean floor. She put her feet on the ground and walked. It was hard. Waves crashed onto her, and dragging Ewan was like pulling on a loaded pirate chest.

Pain wracked through her shaking arms. A wave pushed them from behind, tossing them toward shore. Something jagged slammed into the back of her legs, knocking her forward, and Ewan was ripped out of her fingers. Razor-sharp spasms gripped her calf, then blood flowed around her, and she panicked looking for Ewan, but he was gone. This wasn’t a wave. The shark had exacted its revenge.

Suddenly, the beast attacked again. It sank its teeth into her arm and shook her. She screamed then slammed her palm onto its eyes. Ice frosted over it, and the beast threw her up high into the air. Wind rushed over her. She crashed onto the beach and rolled and rolled until she slammed into something hard. Pain paralyzed her breath, and dizziness sent her world upside down. Her vision went in and out of focus. “Ewan, Ewan.”

Her voice was small and scratchy and sounded far away. Salt stung her bleeding leg. She put her hands on the beach to push herself up, but misery gripped her calf, and she collapsed onto the sand.

Her only thought was that Ewan must have been ripped to pieces, and now, his little girl would die. ’Twas all her fault. Tears stung her eyes, and she cursed her incompetence. “I’m sorry, Ewan. I’m so sorry.”

Someone emerged from the beach, weaving back and forth. Dark hair hid his face, and he was shirtless. She thought it was Ewan, but he always wore a shirt. Pain throbbed between her temples, and her thought vanished.

Then all went blank.

Chapter 9

Zuto waited impatiently on the beach for the time spider to return with his coveted prize. Dark clouds overhead played peak-a-boo with the waxing moon. He could smell a storm was coming, and soon, all would be drenched on his little island. His only relief was that Natasa didn’t like to visit him during the rainstorms, or at least, that’s what she said. He’d suspected she was lying. Storms had never bothered her before the time spider had flung her into Salem. No, he’d believed storms played havoc on her magic. Not that she would ever admit such. Weakness wasn’t an option for her.

The waves rolled steady onto the beach like they had for thousands of years. The fragrant smell of wild flowers and ferns filled the air. Once, he’d thought this was the most beautiful place on earth, but he’d grown tired of its beauty and wanted to escape. Maketabori had given him away out. He’d hadn’t questioned his master’s plan, but he’d learned long ago that Maketabori never gave a blessing or a treasure away for free. There would be a heavy price to pay. There always was.

But he took a deep breath. He hadn’t a choice. He couldn’t stand to be imprisoned on the island any longer.

A loud crack split open on the beach, and the beast crawled out empty handed. One leg was broken, and its fur was singed. He could smell sulfur and instantly knew who the beast had been fighting—the Soaring Phoenix. Only Kane O’Brien would be fool enough to take on his spider. Time to send the Fiery Damsel on another task.

“Come here, beast. I’ll heal you.”

The spider’s eight eyes watched Zuto warily as it slowly approached. Zuto drew on his magic, then circled his palm in front of the beast. A slight tremor went through him. The beast’s dangling leg mended as muscle and bone patched together. A new patch of shiny black skin formed over the beast’s singed and burnt flesh. He flicked his hand. “No, go rest. You will hunt tomorrow. And this time, don’t fail me.”

Fear flickered in its eyes, and it disappeared into the jungle, moving palm trees and trampling on jungle foliage.

Zuto walked down a dirt path to his hut. He needed to find Penelope’s location. Otherwise, the time spider would wander aimlessly since it had no ability to track its victims. Penelope was the key to his freedom. He waved his hand over the fire pit, and sparks ignited into a fiery blaze. He sat on the mat and stared into the flickering flames. The clouds opened up, and a steady stream of rain pelted him and the fire. But the eternal fire wouldn’t die––the flames crackled and rose higher and higher.

“Show me, Penelope.”

The flames burst, and an image formed. She lay asleep on a beach. Her dress was torn, and angry rain beat on her lifeless body. He sucked in his breath, afraid she was dead. If she was, the time spider’s venom would be useless. The venom had to mix with living blood to be potent.

Pushing the panic back that threatened to make him do something rash, he watched, looking for a sign of movement. Her chest rose up and down. She was alive.

Now, time to enter her dreams...

Chapter 10

Waves splashed and swirled around Ewan’s calves as he staggered out of the surf. Agony gripped his shoulder. Every time he took a breath, misery throbbed inside him. He stumbled onto the beach and fell onto his knees, gasping for breath. A steady drizzle pounded on his naked skin. His heart beating wildly, he looked around the deserted beach for the sweet mermaid.

“Penelope?” He spat out sea water, and his gurgled voice was barely a grunt.

No one answered.

He sat back on his haunches, trying to catch his breath. He wiped his hair out of his face. What if the time spider had found her? Damn, it would all be his fault. He should have asked the crew for help or talked to Kane before going out on the senseless adventure.

He cleared his voice and yelled, “Penelope.”

Thunder blocked out his panicked voice.

A bolt of lightning lit up the dark, angry sky and the stark, lonely beach. But then he glimpsed a form laying in the surf and blond strands of hair blowing in the wind.

“Penelope!”

She didn’t answer.

He forced himself to stand. He took one shaky step one after another and moved toward her. He was running as fast as he could, but it was as if his feet were sinking in quick sand. He reached her and dragged her out of the surf. He sank beside her. She’d kept her promise and recused him without having a reason. He’d never thought a spoiled princess would have such a brave heart. She didn’t know how much this meant to him. She’d not only saved him, but had saved Catriona as well.

“Can ye hear me, lass?”

The rushing waves and heavy rain was his only answer.

Even lying still, she was beautiful. Her blond hair glowed in the moonlight, and her white dress stuck to her body, outlining her full breasts and her budded, rosy nipples. The gauze-like material left nothing to the imagination, and his flesh grew hard. He was surprised that she wasn’t wearing a corset. Most women wore them, but she wasn’t a woman. She was a mermaid––a tempting mermaid. Although he’d been a pirate longer than he could remember, he still possessed honor. He cursed himself for being such a heel.

Kane had instilled in him that they could still have honor even with the curse. He showed the crew how to take blood without killing their host and demanded they not mistreat their victims. Seduction was accepted as long as the lass was willing. Anything less than this meant death.

Ewan had never disobeyed Kane’s order and had never wanted to. When they had female captives, he always treated them with kindness. Wynda had taught him women deserved to be treated with respect. He missed her so much and hardened his will against the familiar pain threatening to shatter his rough exterior.

Penelope’s bravery had matched his wife’s fiery determination. Wynda had always helped those in need, which was what had killed her. He hadn’t met a woman with the same compassion until now.

Shoving his desire behind him, he cleared his throat, then lifted a wet strand off her face. “Penelope?”

She didn’t answer, and her face was ashen. Thunder rolled, then rain pelted her. A cool breeze blew the hem of her dress, and he noticed a jagged rip. But something caught his vampire eye. Even in human form, he possessed the ability to see more detail or more distance than a human. A black stain spread across the back of her calf and drizzled down onto the sand. He sniffed and inhaled metallic copper—blood.

His shoulder was wet and sticky. He hoped it was his blood smeared on her leg and not hers. He slowly lifted the hem of her dress with a shaky hand then touched her slender calf. Lightning flashed overhead. He shook his head and cursed. ’Twas not his. ’Twas hers.

He tore another strip of her dress and gently dabbed her calf. He jerked his hand. Crimson dripped from his finger. “What the hell?”

He leaned closer. Deep marks formed a circle in her flesh, and he pulled out something sharp sticking out of the bloody mess. ’Twas a tooth. A shark’s tooth.

“Damn it, lass.”

Anger surged through him. He stared at the sea, wanting to tear apart the beast who’d attacked her. Lightning flashed again and lit up palm trees swaying in the gale. Wind whistled in his ears. A thick, dark jungle promised to have fresh water inside. He needed to clean her wound. He put his arms underneath her slender body. Drawing on his vampire strength, he lifted her into his embrace, inhaling her sweet scent that reminded him of a grove of heather in Scotland.

Pain stabbed his shoulder, but he ignored it and took a step. Another burst of misery pulsed through him, and dizziness swam around his eyes. Penelope’s serene face blurred. She sighed and parted her lips. He lost all concentration. His arms shook, and his knees knocked together. His ankles weakened, and then he fell onto his knees hard. He sucked in his breath. Somehow, he managed to keep from dropping his charge.

The beach whirled around him as if he was in a squall. His gut flip flopped. Penelope slowly slipped out of his arms and tumbled onto the sand.

He shook his head, trying to keep from passing out. Water dripped into his eyes. He had to stop the blood from oozing out of her calf. He licked his lips, and an overwhelming desire to taste her blood swept over him. Immediately he replaced the thought with self-loathing.

Something was different about him––as if the curse was gaining more power. Ever since the time spider’s strands pierced him, he felt evil sprouting inside him. He caressed his tender shoulder and winced. His throat was unusually dry, and he could barely swallow. He was thirsty, incredibly thirsty, but not for water. The hunger was growing inside him, which normally didn’t happen until the full moon. He tried to remember how horrible he felt taking innocent lives, but all he could focus on was blood. He shook his head, trying to hang onto his honor. He was a crew member of the Soaring Phoenix––not a member of the blood-thirsty crew of the Fiery Damsel.

He needed to help Penelope, but he didn’t trust himself. His fangs elongated, and he stared at the river of crimson trickling down her slender calf. He closed his eyes and thought of Kane and recalled his orders over and over again until he was sure he was in control, not the curse.

He slowly opened his eyes, determined to help Penelope. His hand shook as he took out his blade. He slashed a large piece of material off her dress, then quickly tied it around her flesh. ’Twas not much of a bandage, but ’twas the best he could do with his vision going in and out and his hands clumsy. He wanted nothing more but to shield her from the blistering storm and keep her warm. It would be a mistake. Her blood was too tempting, and he was becoming weaker.

Everything he’d wanted to do to protect her had gone awry. Now the poor lass would not only have a time spider hunting her, she’d have a half-mad vampire after her. He needed to get away. Maybe if she couldn’t see him, she’d return to the sea and to her father. Her father might be powerful enough to protect her.

“I am sorry, lass. I was supposed to protect ye, not put ye in danger.” He pushed her hair out of her face, and her lips parted, tempting him.

Not able to resist, he kissed her. He closed his eyes at the sweetness and hated himself for breaking Kane’s vow. “Forgive me, lass. Swim back to yer father. He can protect ye where I couldna.”

With a heavy heart and his last remaining strength, he turned and crawled toward the jungle that seemed to be five thousand miles away. He aimed for a grove of palm trees. If he could reach them, they might hide him from Penelope, and hopefully, she would think he’d been washed out to sea. He dug his fingers and his heels into the sand and inched his body slowly, keeping focused on a palm tree. Dirt, bits of shells, and pebbles shoved up his fingernails. Sand coated his wet face. He shook his head as his vision went from fuzzy to clear. Each time he moved, agony thumped in his shoulder. He paused to rest as he went, but each time he did, the rests became longer and longer.

Lightning and thunder matched his rapid heartbeat and ragged breath. The grove would either double in size or move around in circles, making his stomach tumble. He wanted to pass out here, but Penelope would find him. He had to keep going. He couldn’t give up.

He glanced over his shoulder, Penelope hadn’t moved. He gritted his teeth and reached out his arm and pulled up his body that was wracked with pain. Hunger burned in his gut. His throat turned parched, and his fangs elongated. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not until the full moon. There had to be black magic in that spider’s strand. He was becoming weaker and weaker. “Damn you, Zuto.”

At another flash, the grove was only a few more yards away. He shoved his heels back and clawed his way to the middle. He rolled on his back and gasped for breath. Pain pulsed through him, and he let the rain pound on him. He didn’t care. He turned his head in Penelope’s direction. Thunder rumbled, and lightning sizzled up in the sky. He groaned.

A trail of blood led to the little grove. He should slide away into the thick jungle, but his arms were spent. All he could pray for was that the rain would wash away the crooked path. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then passed out.

“Wake up, Ewan,” a strong voice commanded.

Ewan frowned, then slowly opened his eyes. He rolled onto the sand, but the beach looked different than the one that he’d washed ashore on. The little grove of palm trees he’d tried to hide in was gone.

“Arise, and walk with me.”

Ewan turned his head in the sound of the voice, and his jaw fell wide open. The archangel Raphael stood next to him, dressed as a pirate. He had a sword sheathed around his hips ,and he stretched out his hand. “Come.”

Ewan took his hand, surprised the pain consuming his body had vanished. “I am dreaming, aren’t I?”

“You are, but it doesn’t mean this isn’t real. You have done well, Ewan, but I’m afraid the worst is yet to come.”

They strolled down the beach. The sun warmed Ewan’s face, and he couldn’t feel the poison pumping through him. “Have ye healed me?”

The aura around Raphael glowed brighter as if he’d stepped into the sunlight. “No”

Ewan stopped and shielded his eyes. “Why not?” The question blurted from his sneering lips before he realized he was daring an angel of god.

“You didn’t think this task would be easy, did you?” He spoke to him as if Ewan were a small child, but there was no malice in his voice.

Ewan glared and didn’t answer.

“Your time is running short, Ewan.”

“Are you watching over Catriona?”

The archangel didn’t answer. Raphael unleashed his sword and faced him. “Kneel.”

Ewan sank into the surf and hung his head. The archangel tapped each shoulder with the sword. “I have added another toil.”

Ewan’s patience was running thin, and he thought about stabbing the angel with his own blasted sword.

“In order to save Catriona, you must forgive someone you have no reason to forgive. This must come from deep in your heart. If you condemn him, then you condemn all who you love. Arise, Ewan, and complete the task I’ve given you.”

* * *

The sea called to Penelope. Waves crashed onto the rocks, and mist dusted her cheeks. Sea gulls cried overhead, as if telling her to wake from her slumber. She groaned and moved her leg, but pain shot through her, knocking her unconscious.

“Penelope, Penelope, open your eyes. I command you to open them.”

Through the fogginess of her dreams, Penelope didn’t recognize the powerful male voice. It wasn’t her father’s.

“I said to open your eyes.”

A powerful force flung into her chest, and she arched her back. Her eyes flew open. She looked around and realized she was sitting on a beach. The sun warmed her skin, and the storm was gone. The pain in her calf had ceased.

“Rise up, Penelope.”

Someone was behind her. She turned around to see the tallest man she’d ever seen stretch out his hand toward her. He was scantily dressed in a beaded white loincloth and wore golden sandals. His long dark hair graced his massive shoulders. A memory stirred in her weary mind. Fear stole her heart beat. Angelica had described this man. This wasn’t a man. This was the demon Zuto.

She jumped away from him and surprisingly to her feet. She looked around for Ewan, but he was nowhere in sight. “Stay away from me. I know who you are.”

Her voice was tinier than a whisper. He flashed her a smile that almost made him handsome. Almost.

“So, you’ve heard of me, little one? Your witless sister, Angelica, no doubt.”

The sarcasm in his voice made her spine stiffen.

“She was able to defeat you.”

He narrowed his red eyes. “She won one battle—not the war. But you won’t.” He snagged her arm faster than she’d expected. “Tell me where you are.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“You’d rather me have the time spider attack your dear sisters? Or even better, Ewan’s blind daughter? I can arrange this. How do you think your champion would feel knowing were responsible for the death of his only child?”

Her heart squeezed at the thought of the spider attacking her family or a helpless child, but Angelica had warned her never to show fear to the demon. He’d play on her fears, trying to get her to make a mistake. Penelope forced herself to raise her chin in defiance, like her older sister Isabella would have. “If you kill them, then you’ll never find me, and you’ll be trapped on your island forever.”

“You think so?” He reached up and yanked a lock of her hair.

“Ouch!” She immediately put her hand on top of her head.

He released her, and she stumble backward. The strands of her hair dangled from his clenched fist. “With this, the spider will find you. All it has to do his sniff it, and he’ll be able to track you.”

“It will never find me. I don’t even know where I am.”

“Are you alone?” His eyes burned brighter as if he could look into her mind.

Before she could think about it, she burst out, “No.” She groaned at her foolishness. She was no match for this demon.

“Then who is with you?” His malice voice was low. “Is it Kane O’Brien?”

She clamped her jaw tight and shook her head.

“No? Another pirate, perhaps? Some foolish hero from the Soaring Phoenix?”

She refused to answer.

“I can see it in your eyes. You do have a champion––Ewan Kelley. I promise you this—I will kill him, but not before I make him watch me torture his daughter.”

“No! How could you do such a thing?”

He shrugged. “I am a demon. Give me what I want or the girl dies.”

“You have his daughter?”

“Not yet, but I will. I have sent the Damsel to fetch her. She’ll soon be my guest.”

Her eyes widened. She remembered what had happened to Angelica’s husband, Ronan, and Isabella’s love, Leif. She couldn’t let Zuto torture a little girl, not if she could help it.

“I swear I’ll stop you. How could you torture a small child?”

“It’s not my first choice, but freedom never comes without a price, princess. It’s time you learned this.”

He reached for her again. This time, she flicked her hand, and the strands in his fist turned to ice.

“Ah, so, you’re trying to use your useless powers. Ice doesn’t bother me. But I don’t like magic being used against me. You’ll need to be taught a lesson. Boba.”

The snake armlet on his bicep that she hadn’t even noticed him wearing moved. Its red eyes glowed, and horror jumped down her throat as it slithered down his arm and landed on the beach with a thud. It slid along the sand, growing in size, the head flattening. Its tongue flickered in and out, then the snake raised its head as it shifted back in forth.

She stepped away. She looked frantically for Ewan.

“Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. But you’ll be in pain and remember not to disappoint me.”

The snake opened its mouth, revealing fangs.

Zuto flashed a deadly smile. “But your hero won’t be as lucky.”

He snapped his fingers, and the snake lunged for her. She darted away, its fangs nearly missing her arm.

She turned and ran down the beach, screaming.

Chapter 11

Zuto leaned casually against a palm tree on his island and pretended to leisurely watch Captain Quinton Palmer approach. Too many times he’d depended on the captain to carry out his plans, and too many times the man disappointed him. Too many times, he’d suffered the wrath of an angry god for the man’s incompetence. But once again, he was reluctantly forced to rely on Palmer’s help.

As he closed the distance, Palmer watched him warily with his right eye. His left eye watered as always, thanks to Ronan Macmillan. A member of the Soaring Phoenix, he’d been a prisoner on board the Damsel, and on one desperate attempt to escape he’d grabbed a sword and stabbed Palmer in the eye. Zuto had always admired Ronan for bringing down the haughty captain.

The sun set behind the Fiery Damsel, a three-masted Spanish carrack, making it look darker and gloomier––fitting for a ship full of killer vampires. After Captain Kane O’Brien and his crew sunk Palmer’s ship, he’d been determined to steal a faster and better ship to exact his revenge. Palmer and his crew attacked the Spanish ship on its voyage back to Spain to bring King Philip the Fifth’s jewels from the New World. They confiscated the booty then murdered everyone on board. Their greed and blood thirstiness sickened even Zuto, but they were a necessary evil.

He was at least the master over them, unlike Natasa who was his master. He hated being her slave and forced to do her biding. He couldn’t believe that at one time he’d fallen for her feminine charms only to be hurt and betrayed, but then what would a demon know about love?

’Twas something he was curious about after watching Kane risk his life over and over again to save his beloved Hannah and Ronan refusing to have his severed hand returned in order to be with Angelica. Humans were so different than demons, and sometimes, he actually envied them––except for the ruthless man walking toward him. Palmer had the soul of a demon.

As Palmer approached him, Zuto watched the sun slowly lower toward the sea. He stiffened. Soon Natasa would return and would inflict her torture, but not before he gave the fool Palmer his new orders.

Palmer left his men standing on the beach next to the longboat. Zuto could sense their fear.

The captain faced him. Taller than most men, he was several inches shorter than Zuto. The ocean breeze blew his long red beard, which hid the many scars on his face.

“Greetings, Palmer.”

Palmer lowered his head. “Zuto. What is your bidding?”

Although he appeared to do homage, his tired voice irritated Zuto. He needed to have a little fear to remind him that he was only a vampire.

“I need you to go on two missions. The first is to go to Saint Kitts and retrieve Catriona Kelley and bring her to me.”

Palmer lifted his head and smirked. “So, the grand gun master has a daughter.”

“Do not hurt her.” His snake band moved around his bicep.

Palmer’s eyes widened.

“Maketabori gave it to me, Palmer. Would you like to see what they can do?”

Palmer shook his head. “No.”

Zuto took a minute to take in the captain’s fear before he continued. “Now pay attention. After you retrieve the girl, track down the Soaring Phoenix and then utter the word ‘Guaba’.”

Palmer looked at him suspiciously. “What is Guaba?”

Zuto snapped his fingers. The trees shook, and the earth quaked. Palmer stepped back and withdrew his sword. The men on the beach shoved the longboat into the water, apparently willing to abandon their captain. No loyalty among killers.

The time-spider crashed through the trees, completely healed. It shrieked, and saliva dripped from its jaws onto the sand. Palmer edged toward the beach and glanced over his shoulder. He cursed under his breath.

“Don’t worry, Captain. His designs are not for you––at least, not yet.”

Palmer jerked his head around then licked his dry, cracked lips. “When it appears, it will only go after the mermaid?”

“Yes, you coward. It needs to bite the mermaid, then bring her and the girl to me. Don’t even think about harming my pet. Or you’ll find yourself flung through time or made into a morsel for my other pets. Do we have an understanding?”

“Aye.”

“Good.” The sun disappeared into the sea. Zuto saw a female silhouette move between the trees and bristled. Natasa was here. Not taking his eyes off her, he flicked his hand. “Get back to your ship before I have the spider start to feast on you.”

Palmer sprinted down the beach then fired his pistol into the air. “Ye filthy swine, come back for me!”

Zuto could care less whether his men returned or not or whether Palmer was forced to change into a bat and fly back to his ship. He had worse things to think about––such as surviving the bleak night.

Chapter 12

Penelope jerked awake. The fogginess of the dream still gripped her—the warmth of the sun on her skin, the crashing waves, the cool breeze. Any minute, the demon would come out of the jungle with his pet snake. She and Ewan were in danger. They had to get out of here—now.

“Ewan?”

She twisted her body around, but she was alone. Something flickered out of the corner of her eye. She jumped to her feet, and her right leg collapsed. Pain shot up her calf, and she couldn’t breathe. Her heart beating against her ribs, she looked for Zuto and the snake, but there was no sign of them.

The ravaging storm from last night was gone, replaced with the morning dawn. The sun’s rays warmed her shivering body. Sand stuck to her cheek, and she brushed it off.

Seagulls flew overhead, and small plovers hopped along the shoreline. She saw no footprints or snake tracks. Her fear lessened. It had been a dream. An all too real dream.

She exhaled slowly. She was alone. Then it slowly dawned on her. She was alone––vulnerable.

Where was Ewan? Had Zuto made good on his promise? Would he really torture a blind child? She knew demons were vicious, but Zuto’s evilness awakened a desire inside her to fight. She was a princess and the daughter of the great king Eldric––it was time for her to stop being a coward.

She cupped her hands over her mouth. “Ewan!”

A sea gull answered her call with a mournful cry.

“Ewan, where are you?”

But only her loud, beating heart answered her.

She shielded her eyes with her palm and scanned the beach and sea, afraid she’d see a dead body. The sea was peaceful and the beach empty. Sitting on her arse and screaming wasn’t going to help her. She gently pushed herself to a standing position, careful not to put too much pressure on her leg. She limped, and misery seized her. She stopped catching her breath and shoved the hair out of her eyes, then frowned.

She glanced over her shoulder. The sea beckoned her. Her father would protect her from the creature and she’d be safe. Or at least, she’d hoped she would.

No. She mustn’t. The spider would follow her. Home wasn’t an option.

A groan made her whip her head around, afraid the demon was there, but she didn’t see Zuto. Unless he used magic, he wouldn’t be able to hide. She suspected he didn’t ever hide. Why would he? He had nothing to fear.

Someone moaned again.

It sounded human.

She took a hesitant step toward the trees. “Ewan?”

Red strands of hair blew in the wind. Ewan had lost his shirt, and his trousers were ripped. He lay on his back, his hand over his eyes as if he couldn’t look at her, but hope filled her. He was alive.

She limped toward him. “Are you hurt?”

“Shite, leave Penelope, while ye can.”

She shrank from his harsh voice. He was back to being the hard gun master. She put too much pressure on her bad leg and sharp pain stabbed her. She wobbled then fell onto her side, crying out.

“Penelope?”

His voice was less harsh and seemed to be filled with concern.

“I’m fine.” She rubbed her trembling hand over her calf, trying to hold back tears. The bandage had slipped, tearing off loose skin and revealing a jagged pink bite mark. Pain throbbed steadily. It smelled putrid, like sweet almonds. She covered her mouth and gagged.

He shakily stood on his feet and frowned as he looked at her calf. “This needs to be redressed. We need to find fresh water.”

Sand and dried blood stuck to his shoulder, and he had a deep cut down his chest that she hadn’t noticed before.

“You need it as much as I do.”

His frown turned into a small grin. “Aye, yer right.” He stuck out his opposite arm. “Shall we?”

She clasped his arm. “I guess we’re quite the pair.”

He was surprisingly strong to lift her to her feet. “I thought you were weak.”

“Weak for a vampire.” He led her toward the jungle. His smile slowly faded. “Ye must listen. It does not bode well for ye to be with me. Once we dress yer leg, ye must return to yer father.”

She shook her head. “Ewan, you know I can’t. The spider would follow me there. I need to work on developing my power.” Without a handsome man tempting her. He needed to get back to his daughter, but how could she tell him about Zuto’s plans? He was so weak the demon could easily make good on his threat. What was worse, she sensed a growing attraction between them which would prove perilous for her. She needed to remain pure––untouched. She twirled the pearls around her neck, hoping they were still white. “We need to get you to your ship. We need to somehow signal the Phoenix. I am sure they are looking for you.”

He tightened his grip on her arm, and she winced.

A vein in his taut cheek trembled. “I’m not safe to be with ye in this state. Ye’ll do as I say.”

She bristled at his belligerent voice, but silenced any retort when she noticed a red rim had formed around his green eyes. He turned his head, and when he looked at her, ’twas gone.

She pretended not to notice and allowed him to escort her deeper into the jungle. Leaves rustled, and birds jumped into the air as if a predator was pursing them. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She stopped and clenched Ewan’s arm. She lowered her voice. “Do you think the spider is in there? Can it jump out of thin air?”

He shook his head. “Whenever I have seen it, the beast crawls out of the ground. If the earth rumbles, then we have a problem.”

She nodded, hoping he was right, but she couldn’t stop trembling. Their movement was slow and hesitant as they walked across the jungle floor of leaves and twigs. Bright flowers smelled fragrant and chased away some of her tension. A spider web hung from tree-to-tree, and terror crawled up her spine. She jerked back, yanking on Ewan’s arm. He cursed as he tumbled into her, knocking her to the ground.

She landed on her back on a bed of ferns. She couldn’t take her eyes off the spider web that dripped with dew. The memory of men being torn apart flashed in her mind, sending blood pumping wildly through her veins. All her bravery of escaping the storm and battling the shark vanished. ’Twas all for nothing. The creature had found them. The web trembled, and she screamed.

Ewan hauled her up and grabbed her shoulders. “Penelope, it’s not the beastie. I promise ye. Listen to me.”

Her cheeks burned at her foolishness. “I am sorry. Everything hit me at once. Shall
we––”

Suddenly, Ewan kissed her, brutally crushing his lips to hers, silencing her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pinning her to his hard chest.

Penelope was terrified. Her body burned with anger and fear and panic, her senses exploding with the will to escape. She shouldn’t be kissing. Her father said physical intimacy would weaken her power and put her people at risk. She was supposed to be the next queen, and sometimes, that meant making sacrifices.

She wiggled her body, but her hands were trapped against his smooth, muscled chest. She tried to push herself free, but it was like pushing against a ship. She opened her mouth to protest, but Ewan cut off her escape and filled it with his tongue, thrusting with deep strokes that were as thrilling as they were shocking. He twisted his hand into her hair. She’d only ever experienced gentle stolen kisses, but this was anything but gentle. His mouth was desperate and possessive, quelling any protests, any attempt to turn away from the passionate embrace.

Her heart pounded as fast as his, but not from fear. The thought of running slipped away, and she returned his fervor, indulging in his masculine taste. The fear from last night slowly ebbed, replaced with a need to feel his silky mouth on her skin.

He pulled away from her panting. “I’m sorry. I dona what came over me.”

His warm breath washed over her face. She maneuvered her hands and gripped his shoulders.

He winced.

She released him. “Oh, no. I forgot.” Regret lodged in her throat. “Your shoulder?” This was insane. She needed to put as much distance between them as possible.

“’Tis no matter. I’ll heal soon.”

“You will?”

“You forget. I’m a vampire, and tonight is the full moon.”

“Then you can fly to your ship!”

He didn’t respond but she felt him tense. They needed to stay away from each other. Yet if parting was what she wanted why did the thought leave her feeling so lonely? “Where—”

He put his finger on her lips. “No more questions. We need to find fresh water to nurse our wounds.” He rolled off her then stretched out his hand.

She clasped it, and in one tug he brought her to her feet. “I didn’t mean to panic, but the web—”

A large black spider was in the middle of the web, and she shuddered.

He pulled her close. “’Tis a jungle spider—nothing more. It will not hurt us. I believe the time spider makes it home deep underground in the bowels of Coaybay. It does not live on the surface and only comes when the demon summons it.”

He led her away, putting his body between her and the spider, but pain shot up her leg.

“Ewan, you’re moving too fast. My leg.”

He immediately stopped. “D’ye need me to carry ye?”

She stuck out her chin. “I’m not helpless.” Pride burst through her voice. “I just need you to move slower.”

Dried blood and torn flesh hung from his wound. “Besides, your shoulder is still a mess.”

“Ye keep forgetting I’m a vampire. I’m stronger than a wounded man.”

He wasn’t fooling her. Pain had clenched his face when she’d gripped his shoulder during their passionate kiss. “Let’s find water where we can clean both our wounds.”

He shrugged, then brushed her back in a leisurely deliberate caress.

She raised her eyebrow.

His face turned red. “I wasna trying to seduce ye again. Ye have leaves and twigs on yer dress.”

She smiled at her ability to make a rogue pirate turn five shades of crimson. A glow of satisfaction beamed inside her at his small gesture, but something fluttered behind them, making leaves crunch. She turned around to make sure the time spider hadn’t appeared. She couldn’t shake the dream of Zuto yanking out her hair and saying the spider could track them with the sniff of it. “How long do you think it will take before Zuto sends the spider after us?”

“Soon. He’s desperate, and patience isn’t one of his virtues. We need to get our strength back and be refreshed.”

He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and she forced herself to smile. She wanted to tell him about his daughter, but he needed to be stronger. Tonight, she’d tell him tonight.

She didn’t want him to know the terror threatening to burst through and send her into another panic fit. Angelica, and especially, Isabella, were so much braver than she. But then neither one of them had a time spider hunting them, either.

They walked down a path slower than normal. A colorful orange and blue parrot sat on a branch and cawed. More birds answered. Their chatter eased the tension. Bright red, yellow, and orange flowers bloomed around them. The sun played peek-a-boo between the tall trees, and the jungle grew denser, the air hotter. Hunger gnawed at her gut, and thirst strangled her throat. Bananas hung from trees high overhead, but she was in no shape to climb a tree and Ewan was in worse shape than she was. It was up to her. She had to find food and water before they both passed out and became fodder for the time-spider.

With each step, her leg ached, her limp more pronounced. Ewan wasn’t much better. He stumbled over a twig, and his walk turned into a sway. She clasped his hand to keep him from falling, and his hand was clammy and hot.

She glanced at his wound. It wasn’t as ugly, but she suspected there was poison or dark magic in the strands. If the spider’s strands could weaken an immortal, what could its venom do? She shoved back her panic and concentrated on moving through the dense forest.

Vines and leaves slapped in her face and twigs pulled on her dress, shredding it. Bugs buzzed in her ear, and she shook her head. Her dress stuck to her skin, and all she wanted to do was shed it and swim free in the ocean or a lake. She wiped her arm across her face, swiping off perspiration, and licked her dry lips.

The sound of gurgling water pricked her attention. She pointed west. “This way.”

He frowned. “Are ye sure? I dona hear anything.” His low voice was labored, as if he struggled to spit out each word. Sweat dripped down his brow, and his pace had slowed.

“I’m a mermaid. Water is my home.” She released his hand and slipped her arm around his waist, pulling him toward her. “Lean against me.”

“There’s no way ye can bear my weight. I’ll crush ye.”

“Don’t under estimate me.”

His eyes fluttered, and he didn’t protest. She grimaced at his weight. If she didn’t get him to the water, she’d have a passed-out pirate and no way to move him. The sound of the bubbling water grew louder, and she wanted to run as fast as she could toward it.

Ewan stumbled and landed on one knee, yanking her to the ground. Misery slammed into her leg, and she couldn’t bite back a cry.

“Go...without me.” Ewan panted. “I told ye...I’m too heavy.”

She shook her head, ignoring the agony throbbing in her leg. “No. I won’t leave you.” She draped his arm over her shoulder. “Come on. We have to keep moving.”

He gritted his teeth and put his hand on the ground, but his arm collapsed, and he fell onto his side. “Leave me.”

“I told you once before I won’t leave you. I’ll find water and food. There has to be something here to eat.”

He put his arm over his forehead. “Ye dona understand. ’Tis not food that I need.”

“You need water. I can—”

He pulled his arm away, and his green eyes had red rings around the irises. She gasped and fell on her arse.

“Penelope, I am a vampire. The hunger is growing inside me faster than it has ever grown before.”

She glimpsed a fang between his drawn lips, which glinted in the deep shade. She pushed away the hair stuck to his burning forehead. “I thought you could only change during the full moon.”

“True. But something’s different.” He gripped her wrist. “Listen to me. Ye need to run. Find yer father.”

“Quit telling me to run back to my father. I need to learn to save myself.” She frowned. “Ow, you’re hurting me. Let go. .”

He lessened his grip, but didn’t release her. “I could do a lot worse.”

His hard voice promised pain and anger, reminding her that he was a pirate and all the stories of the brutal tales of pirates turned her heart cold.

“I have never felt this way. Leave me. Find yer father. He can protect ye.”

Drops of sweat glistened off his white face, and his eyes had turned glossy.

“Ewan, release me.” Her heart beat wildly, and she couldn’t gulp enough air. What if he attacked her? There was no way she could overcome him. He was four hundred times stronger than she.

Confusion clouded his expression, and she swore the red ring around his eyes green eyes turned darker. She pushed her hand on his to free her wrist.

“I said to release me.”

He slowly lessened his grip, and she yanked her hand free. “I’ll get us some water. Stay here.”

She raced toward the sound of the noisy water as fast as her gimpy leg would go. She pushed back a palm branch and smiled. There was a river gushing over rocks, and an orange bush heavy with fruit grew next to it. “Ewan, I found it. Come here quick!”

But he didn’t answer.

She ripped an orange off the tree and tore away the skin. She bit into it, and juice gushed down her lips. It tasted sweet and succulent. Before she knew it, she gulped down two more. She picked four more for Ewan.

Birds shrieked, and she jumped. They flew high into the air as if escaping a predator. Unease curled up her spine. She should get back to Ewan.

She hurried to the river. She needed to get water to heal her leg. Fresh water always helped heal any cut. She sat next to the river then ripped another strip off her dress. Her hands shook as she soaked it in the river, then placed the strip over her leg. A burning sting shot through her flesh. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to dab away the dead skin. She wished she had found her mother’s healing herbs to help soothe her wound, but she hadn’t seen anything on the trek through the jungle. She cupped her hands and took a big draught of water. Not able to resist, she jumped into the river and washed away the grime and sweat. The cool water eased her throbbing pain.

She swam to the surface and smiled. Not far from the river was a grove of six foot plants with tiny budded yellow flowers that looked like ragweed. Her mother had taught her how to use them to fight infection by boiling them in tea or wine. She didn’t have the luxury of such, but she could crush up the leaves and take them back to Ewan. She climbed out of the river and hobbled over to the plants. She ripped another strip off her tattered dress then picked enough leaves to roll up in the material.

She crumpled the leaves, allowing them to fall on her jagged cut. Prickles burned on her skin, and she clamped her jaw tight. It always hurt at first, but she knew it would heal faster with the herb. With another strip from her dress, she dressed the wound.

She swam back to the other side. She took some mud and formed a cup the best she could, then froze it. She filled the lopsided cup with water, grabbed the oranges, then headed back to Ewan. For once, she’d done something proactive rather than waiting for someone to rescue her.

Ewan sat under tree, his head hung over his chest.

“Ewan look what I found! I can help heal you!”

He slowly raised his head. “Run, before ’tis too late.”

She stopped, and the oranges dropped out of her arms with a thud. His green eyes were completely red and filled with hunger. He pulled back his lips to reveal pointed fangs and hissed. Her heart stilled. There was no she’d let him near his little girl. He was too dangerous.

He didn’t want the oranges or the poultice she had made in her cup to heal him. He wanted her.

No, he wanted her blood.

Chapter 13

Ewan thwarted the throbbing hunger inside him and fought a battle of wills. Both the archangel’s and the demon’s face flashed in his mind. He tried to concentrate on the archangel’s and hear his gentle voice, but he slowly faded away as the curse consumed Ewan like a black fog blocking out all thought and reason. He motioned for Penelope to leave, but she stood there frozen in fear. Oranges were scattered at her feet, and she held a frozen cup in her shaking hand. He clutched the gnarled tree root to keep himself from moving. A red fog blurred his vision. His lungs shriveled like a flattened sail. His heart seemed to shrink, and his heartbeat stalled. Something unleashed inside him, something evil, something he couldn’t control.

He closed his eyes, praying that she would run, but he could smell her delicate scent mixed with terror.

No. He murmured over and over in his mind, but his thoughts grew distance. Hunger gripped him as if he’d been thrown into a dungeon and not fed or drank for days.

Someone told him not to kill, but he couldn’t remember who. The agony pulsed through him until his muscles shrank and his skin pulled taught. It didn’t matter. They were wrong.

He opened his eyes and stared at Penelope. Despite her beauty, all his senses craved the blood pumping through her delicate throat. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the metallic smell. He could hear the blood flowing through her veins. He lost the battle. His fangs elongated, instinct demanding to taste her sweet flesh.

He couldn’t talk.

He couldn’t swallow.

He couldn’t think.

Her blue eyes widened, and her face paled.

“Ewan?” she asked, her lower lip trembling. Her voice was barely a whisper, but with his vampire hearing, he could hear her loud and clear.

She dropped the frozen cup in her hand. It fell onto a rock and cracked in two. Water and crumbled leaves spilled onto the jungle floor. He could care less about water or oranges. He wanted blood—her blood.

He pushed himself up and took a step toward her. She edged away slowly, which was a mistake. He noticed the bandage around her leg. She was lame—easy prey.

Pain wrung through his body, and all he wanted to do was to stop the agony to satisfy the curse.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The word rolled over and over in his brain. She whirled around and ran, but he lunged and snagged her hand. She screamed, kicking and hitting him. Her terror failed to find the slightest bit of mercy inside him.

He yanked her toward him. Her heart beat against his. A sweet flowery smell teased him. She beat on his hand and slapped his face. He laughed at her foolishness.

“Ewan, please fight it. Think of Catriona. She needs you.”

Her plea fell on deaf ears. He tangled his hand in her blond hair and jerked her head, revealing her slender neck and the thumping pulse in her vein. She twisted her neck, but she was powerless against him. He lifted his head, then in one swift movement, sank his teeth into her flesh. He sucked, filling his desire for blood, greedily feeding his hunger. With each deep drink, his heart beat stronger. Air filled his depleted lungs. He felt like he had the power of twelve men.

Pain faded away. His muscles thickened, and his taut skin slackened.

She pushed her hands against his chest, then her hands slowly went slack.

The earth rumbled, and they both crumpled to the ground. Birds shrieked.

The fogginess in his brain lifted. He raised his head, and shocked gripped him. Blood gushed down Penelope’s neck and drenched her gown. Her face was deathly white, and her eyes were motionless.

He clutched her to his chest and sank to his knees. He tilted his head back and howled in misery.

“Penelope! My god, what have I done?”

The ground grumbled. Trees swayed, leaves rustled, and the jungled debris quivered. The time spider was coming.

Fear sent his heart thumping wildly. He jumped up, still cradling Penelope’s lifeless body, to his chest. Drawing on his vampire power, he bolted through the jungle. Leaves and sticks slapped his face and pulled on his hair. Penelope didn’t stir or groan. He stopped in the middle of the thick jungle and put his hand over her mouth. A warm faint breath blew onto his hand. She was alive, but for how long?

He caught his breath and tried to calm the fear and panic clouding his mind. The ground quaked, and a split snaked through the dense jungle. A long hairy leg stepped out of the crack.

He burst through the jungle onto the white sandy beach. He headed for the water’s edge.

“Eldric!” he yelled. He couldn’t hide the panic that had bubbled through the surface.

He didn’t care if Eldric struck him down. All that mattered was getting Penelope to safety.

Only the steady waves rolled onto the beach.

He gently laid Penelope in the waves, praying that the water would heal her.

Another shriek made his heart stop. He turned around to see the time spider dart out of the jungle. It clamped its sharp fangs together, and eight glossy eyes watched him.

“Stay away from her, beastie!” He unsheathed his sword.

The beast darted down the beach, its legs sinking into the sand.

Hate replaced Ewan’s fear. He raised his sword over his head. “Penelope!” His voice was loud and clear. Her name was like a war cry.

The spider spewed out its web, but Ewan was ready. He moved his body and swiped the sword, slicing the thread in half. The spider lifted its leg and hit Ewan’s wrist. A lesser man would have dropped the sword and suffered a broken wrist, but Ewan was filled with blood and protectiveness. He wouldn’t let the spider take Penelope. He swung his sword and struck the leg, cutting deep into flesh. The spider hissed and spun around in erratic circles.

Ewan didn’t want to lose the advantage and held up his sword, chasing the beast. He lunged and thrust his sword deep into the spider’s hairy leg.

Suddenly, the spider crawled over on top of Ewan. It lifted up its swollen abdomen to reveal a long ugly stinger, then propelled its body. But Ewan was ready. He gripped his sword and shoved it high over his head, piercing the beast’s flesh. The spider released an agonizing shriek. Black blood gushed over him, stinging his eyes and squirting up his nose. It stank like rotting offal, and he gagged. Drops slipped into his mouth and burned his tongue.

Something hot ripped into his arm like a scorching poker, paralyzing him. He fell onto his knees, and then collapsed onto his sword. Each time he took a breath, unbearable misery pumped through him. He opened his mouth and dribble leaked down his chin.

An earthquake shook the beach. He could feel the poison swooshing into his veins, then nausea seized him. He groaned and vomited.

The beach split open. Sand fell through like a waterfall. The spider shot its web and wrapped around Penelope’s listless body. It slipped inside while its web dragged her through the sand and water like a rope. Any minute, she’d fall in and disappear forever.

Ewan dug his nails into the sand and crawled toward her. “No! Penelope, wake up! Run!”

Another shriek made him freeze. Damn it! Zuto must have sent another bloody spider.

He gritted his teeth and reached for his sword with his left hand. He shook as he picked up the black-stained sword and crawled to his knees.

“Penelope,” he panted. “Wake up.”

He slashed the sword down on the strand, but his effort was too weak, and the sword fell out of his hand. He grabbed Penelope’s hand and hung on tight. If she was going through that crack, he was going with her.

Heat flashed over him. Fire sizzled the strand, and it went up in smoke. Before he knew what was happening, something clawed into his shoulders and swooped him into the air.

“No!”

He wiggled to get free, only to see a green dragon with a dark-haired woman riding on its back aim for Penelope.

’Twas Mariah and William! In dragon form, William gently picked up Penelope with his talons and flew back into the air. Penelope was safe. Mariah would know what to do.

He looked above him to see the red belly of a dragon. ’Twas Leif.

Poison pooled into Ewan’s belly, and blinding pain shot through him. He convulsed violently, his arms and legs flapping. His vision blurred.

Air whooshed over him, and he fell helplessly toward the ocean. He drew on his vampire powers but couldn’t concentrate. He waited for more pain.

Just as the ocean rushed up, Leif dug his talons into Ewan’s arm and whisked him up to the blue and white sky. Ewan parted his lips, and more dribble gushed down his chest. His gut burned as if he were on fire from the inside. He broke out into a hot sweat that stung his eyes.

Leif flew toward a frigate with a red and black flag flapping on the mast. He knew those colors. ’Twas a red flag with a black phoenix.

Ewan went limp. Weariness and dread soaked into his skin. Not from the spider’s poison, but from the idea of having to face an angry captain and crew. Kane would banish him from the only home he’d ever known. He’d accuse him of putting Hannah in danger and ’twas the one sin he would never forgive.

If he’d had to do it all over again, he’d make the same choice. He’d promised Wynda he would keep Catriona safe, and he’d never break that vow.

Chapter 14

Leif released Ewan, and he landed on the deck of the Soaring Phoenix with a loud thud. Anguish pulsed through him, and he couldn’t breathe. He inhaled the oiled wood. The spider’s blood stuck to his skin, and he could barely move.

Two large shadows flew overhead, blocking out the shining sun before landing at the other end of the bow. The ship tilted upward and groaned, then splashed down into the sea. Drops of water landed on Ewan’s body.

“Captaine, Penelope has been attacked!”

Mariah’s shocked voice pricked his soul.

“Man the guns.” Kane ran to the port side and aimed his spyglass at the island. “The Fiery Damsel must be close by.”

Ewan winced. If ’twas not for the spider’s blood, his guilt would be clear. He had wanted to save her—not feast on her.

Mariah hurried toward the stairs with William carrying Penelope’s bloody form. “S’il vous plaît! William, we must take her below. I have herbs that can help her.”

Ewan put his arm over his forehead. Mariah was a powerful witch and would help Penelope. How could he face Penelope again? He’d treated her as if she was his favorite meal. If it hadn’t been for the time spider, he’d have killed her.

He rolled to his side, not able to look anymore. Hard footsteps pounded toward him, and he closed his eyes. He didn’t care what happened as long as Penelope was safe.

Someone shook his shoulders hard. “Bloody hell, Ewan, what the hell happened?”

Kane’s voice commanded an answer.

Ewan’s teeth chattered, and he couldn’t talk with the flaring pain slicing through him.

“Cap’n.” Mallory jerked Kane’s arm. “You’re hurting him. Killing him isn’t going to get you any answers.”

Immediately, Kane ceased shaking Ewan. “Palmer has to be nearby. No one else could have hurt the poor lass.”

Ewan was too afraid to tell Kane the truth. Kane wasn’t just concerned about Penelope though. He was worried about Hannah. His greatest fear would be that Palmer would kidnap Hannah and hand her over to Zuto, who would finally kill her and appease Maketabori.

Ewan took three deep breaths before he could answer. “The...spider stung me just as I stabbed…its belly.” Spasms wrecked Ewan’s body, and he coughed and hacked up his guts. Lord, he just wanted the pain to quit. Sweat poured down his body and stung his eyes. He’d not experienced this much pain since he’d become a vampire.

“Mallory, get Doc.” Kane lowered his voice, but not the edginess.

“Aye, Captain.” Mallory hurried away to find Doc.

“What is that stench?” someone asked.

“Serves the bastard right.”

Ewan held his gut, not wanting to look at the condemnation in the men’s faces. Men that he’d learned to call brothers. He’d be punished for disabling the Phoenix and disobeying the captain. But he’d had no choice.

“Let me through, ye slow-witted buggers.” Doc’s voice rumbled, but there was no malice.

Ewan opened his eyes to see concern in Doc’s dark eyes. An escaped slave, he was the surgeon of the Soaring Phoenix, and he’d learned medicine on his former plantation, where he cared for tortured and sick slaves.

“Captain, I don’ know what dis is, but he’s been hurt. Dat’s blood mixing with this foul stuff. I’ve got to take ’em below.”

“Aye,” Kane said. “Get him well, Doc. He’s got some answering to do.”

Doc stood and faced the captain. Worry was etched across his weathered brown face. “But—”

“No exceptions.”

Kane’s cold voice sent chills down Ewan’s spine and silenced Doc’s plea.

Kane was a fair but hard captain. His word was law on the ship. He wasn’t as brutal as Quinton Palmer, but when it came to Hannah, Kane would show no mercy, and Ewan had crossed that line.

“Leif, take him below.”

Although Leif and Ewan were similar in height and build, Leif was a vampire and a dragon and possessed double the strength of any man on board the ship. He had been a member of the Fiery Damsel until a month ago. Now, he was determined to prove his worthiness among the crew. “Aye, aye, Captain.” He seized Ewan’s wrist and hauled him over a hard shoulder, knocking the wind out of him. “Where do ye want me to take him, Doc?”

“Da crew’s quarters. We need to get dis filth off him. I can’t see wid all dis black tar stickin’ to his skin.”

“He’s a bloody traitor,” someone grumbled.

But Ewan knew the men would carry out Doc’s request. He was more than just their surgeon. He was a friend and stitched and mended all of them—including the captain.

Leif carried Ewan down the steps to the crew’s quarters. Each time he moved agony pulsed through Ewan. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry for mercy or plead for forgiveness.

The warmth of the sun vanished as they went below deck. A slight chill hung in the air, and Ewan shivered. The door was open in Kane’s cabin.

Penelope lay stretched out on Kane’s bed, and both Hannah and Mariah hovered over her. Hannah sat on the bed and dabbed a washcloth on Penelope’s ashen face. She wasn’t moving.

Ewan turned his head, hating himself for losing control. It would be his fault if she died. And if she died, Catriona would remain blind, or worse, be murdered.

Leif edged down the corridor that led to the crew’s quarters. The lanterns cast shadows on the wall. Leif carefully lowered Ewan onto his feet, then draped his arm around his shoulders.

He wrinkled his nose and disgust filled his green eyes. “Sweet merciful heaven, ye stink to high heaven.”

Ewan didn’t answer since Leif now had the spider’s blood smeared in his dark hair. But he didn’t abandon Ewan. He dragged him into the crew’s quarters. The ship rocked and hammocks swung back and forth. Doc rushed in with two men carrying a wooden tub that was set against the wall. Cook followed them, holding a steaming hot pot of water. He poured it into the tub.

Doc nodded to Leif. “Strip ’em down while I get my bag.”

Leif placed Ewan on the nearest hammock and stripped off his boots, then removed his weapons. Ewan wanted to argue that he could undress himself, but each time he took a breath, the pain intensified. He shuddered again, uncontrollably.

“He’s looking pretty bad, Doc,” Leif said as he pulled off Ewan’s trousers. “Penelope doesna look much better. Good thing Isabella’s visiting her father, or there would be hell to pay.”

Ewan grimaced. Isabella was Penelope’s older, protective sister. Ever since their mother had been murdered by pirates, she’d been acting as Penelope’s mama.

Doc pointed. “Get him into da tub.”

Before Ewan could utter a protest, Leif lifted him over his shoulder, then eased him into the tub. Warm water eased his aching joints and pulled muscles. Doc immediately took a cloth and washed his back and his arms. He squeezed the cloth, and black ooze fell into the tub, turning the water to an ugly gray. It stank like a swamp.

Despite the warm water, an icy chill seeped into Ewan’s bones, and he couldn’t stop shaking.

“Leif, I need some more clean water.”

Ewan leaned his head back on the edge of the tub as Doc scrubbed clean the spider’s blood off his arm. Pain tingled, but Ewan didn’t make a sound.

Doc stopped and gently examined his now clean arm. “Mother of mercy, yer skin looks burnt. Were you out in the sun without yer shirt?”

Ewan clenched his fists at Doc’s shaming tone. “Aye.” ’Twas all he could manage to utter.

Leif entered the quarters with a bucket of water. “Here, Doc. Mariah added some of her herbs. She said it should help clean his wound.”

Doc dipped the cloth into the bucket, then knelt next to the tub. “Good.” He walked around the tub, then carefully padded Ewan’s shoulder.

Anguish slammed into Ewan. He arched his back and hissed through gritted teeth.

Doc jerked his hand away. “Sorry, but if I dona do dis, yer liable to get a bad infection.”

“’Tis not a problem. I can handle it. But I feel like I’m on fire inside, Doc.”

Leif shoved his thumb toward the doorway. “Doc, Captain wants me and William up on top in case the Fiery Damsel turns up.”

Doc tilted his head. “Fine. Go. I’ve got dis. Wait. I know Mariah’s got her hands full wid da little lass, but tell her I may need her.”

Ewan seized Doc’s hand. “No, she has to stay with Penelope.” Fear and panic echoed in his voice.

Doc looked at Leif. “Do as I say.”

“Aye, I will.” He quickly exited the room as if he couldn’t stand being there for another minute.

Ewan lessened his grip on Doc’s hand. “Doc, I gotta to tell ye something.”

Doc pulled out a bottle of rum. “Drink, dis first.”

Ewan took a long swig, and his stomach revolted. He spat the rum onto the floor and coughed. He didn’t want rum. Hunger gripped him. His fangs elongated. Blood, he needed more blood. He gasped for air.

“’Tis not like ye, Ewan,” Doc said as he patted his back. “Ye always been able to handle yer liquor.”

He shuddered, and his stomach heaved again, but this time he let loose what looked like hot black steamy tar. His throat burned, and tears blinded his eyes.

“Jaaysus,” Doc murmured. “I’ve done never seen somethin’ like dat.”

Ewan wiped his singed mouth with the back of his shaking hand. “The...poison. Scalding my insides. Blood, I need more blood.”

“How can this be? Da full moon isn’t until tonight.”

“I dona know. But get word to Kane. My daughter is in danger.”

“She’s on Saint Kitts. What makes ye think dis?”

“I had a dream. The archangel told me. Doc, please.”

Mariah swept into the room, her face flushed. “Doc, you needed me, oui?” Her face turned pale at the black tar on the floor. “Mon Dieu!”

Doc motioned toward Ewan’s shoulder. “I can stitch him up, but I fear dere’s black magic at work here.”

She knelt on the other side of the tub and studied Ewan with her violet eyes. “What do you mean?”

As Doc quickly relayed what happened, Ewan tried to clear the fogginess from his brain. Mariah shouldn’t be away from Penelope. What if she died? The archangel would abandon Catriona. He had to get stronger to protect both Penelope and Catriona, but he couldn’t concentrate.

She put her hand over Ewan’s forehead, then the back of her fingers on his cheek. “I fear you are right, Doc. I can sense black magic at work here. I will bring back some red wine with two drops of dragon’s blood. It will help battle the poison inside him.”

“I’ll clean up da filth on da floor.”

“No,” she said. “Do not touch it, Doc. I need to destroy it with herbs. Do not let anyone touch it.” She looked at Ewan as if he were a monster.

She didn’t realize how right she was. Ewan doubted she had anything strong enough to combat the evil consuming him. “Mariah, dona worry about me. Take care of Penelope.”

“She is resting comfortably right now. Do not worry. I put a charged blue gem on her chest and cast a spell to heal her. Hannah is with her right now.”

“Is she awake?” Shame choked Ewan’s voice.

“Oui, she told Hannah and I enough that I know what happened. Dark magic is at work here.” She cupped his face gently. “You are not the first person to fall under an evil spell. Zuto is very powerful.”

Ewan remembered the Archangel’s word. “Maybe not all is lost. I am infected with the time spider’s blood. ’Tis what we wanted, true? We can use my blood to stop Zuto and find Lark, Gwen, and Cè.”

“No, the archangel said the spider had to bite you—not sting you. There is a difference.” She slowly released him. “I will return shortly.” Her skirt ruffled as she left the quarters.

A glimmer of hope filled Ewan’s chest that maybe he wasn’t such a failure after all and could redeem himself. “Doc cut me and see if the blood works.”

Doc shook his head. “Not widow the cap’n’s blessin’. He’s been mighty agitated an’ I have no intention of experincin’ his wrath.” He threaded a needle. “Did you attack the poor lass because of the curse?”

Ewan avoided looking into Doc’s merciful eyes. Shame and disgust weighed heavy on his shoulders. “I couldn’t control the hunger.”

Doc scowled. “Tell me what happened, lad.”

Ewan studied the dark water. “In Tortuga, the time-spider’s strand pierced my shoulder like an arrow. It had to be filled with poison. It sped up the curse. I swear, Doc, I couldna control it. Anger and hate took over me. All I wanted to do was kill.”

A dark shadow fell across Doc’s face, and he looked warily up then back at Ewan. He clamped his mouth shut and put his hand on Ewan’s arm while he held the needle.

Kane O’Brien walked to the edge of the tub. Ewan hadn’t even heard him approach and wasn’t sure how much he had heard. The soft glow of the lantern highlighted the scowl on his face. There was no mercy in his green eyes. “Doc, take Ewan to the brig after you stitch up his arm. I’ll not have a rabid vampire loose on my ship.”

“Captain, listen to me. Catriona––”

“Tonight I will send Leif to check on her.”

“Thank ye.” Some of the anxiety pulsing through him eased. “Kane, I have the time spider’s blood rushing through me. ’Tis a way to defeat Zuto and find the others lost in time.”

“The archangel said for the spider to bite you not sting you.”

“You’ve been listening to Mariah.” Ewan couldn’t hide the bitterness in his voice.

“Aye, she has yet to betray me. Not like you. Until the archangel tells me different, we’ll go with Mariah’s plan.”

Ewan lowered his head. The trust he’d once earned from Kane was gone. He didn’t blame Kane. After what he’d done to Penelope, he wasn’t sure he could trust himself. What if he tried to kill her again?

Chapter 15

Penelope fluttered open her eyes to find her blond hair spilling across her face. She slowly moved the strands away and blinked. The slight gesture required more energy than normal. Her body felt heavy, and sleep pulled her back, but she fought it. Rather than blue sky, she looked up at a wooden ceiling, and rather than a sandy beach, she was lying under the covers on a warm, feathery bed.

Her torn dress was in a ball on the wooden floor. She moved her hand over her body and realized she was wearing a clean shift.

Opposite from her was a wooden desk with a Celtic cross of jade that sat next to an ink well and a bunch of papers. The room seemed to sway back and forth as if she were on a ship.

A soft sound sent her heart racing. Fear prickled her spine. The last thing she remembered was Ewan attacking her, actually trying to kill her. She clutched the blanket tight around her neck.

“Bonjour, Penelope.” A soft feminine voice interrupted her dark thoughts.

She slowly turned her head and exhaled a sigh of relief. Mariah Fey sat in a chair with a book in her lap. Her dark hair was curled around her face, and she gave her a reassuring smile. The Fey witches had always been friends to the mermaids, and right now, with her sisters gone, Penelope desperately needed a friend.

The tension in Penelope’s muscles slowly subsided. “’Tis good to see you, Mariah.”

“How are you faring?”

“Tired. I am on board the Soaring Phoenix, am I not?”

“Oui, you are in Captain Kane’s and Hannah’s cabin. You need to eat.”

“I am not hungry. All I want to do is sleep.”

“That is because you were drained. You need to build up your strength. My chakra stone cannot do all the work.”

“Stone?”

Mariah put aside her book. She reached over and lifted a silver chain with a beautiful cobalt stone that was draped around Penelope’s neck. Penelope hadn’t even realized it was there.

“This stone is magically charged,” Mariah said, as she gently laid it back down on Penelope’s chest.

The sunlight glistened off it, making it sparkle like a blue diamond.

“It has the started the healing process.” Mariah brushed hair off Penelope’s flushed face. “But it cannot do all the work. You need fuel to return your strength.”

“Water will heal me.”

Mariah clutched Penelope’s shaking hand. “S‘il vous plaît. Zuto is hunting you. I fear if you try to return to your father, then Zuto will be able to trap you.”

Penelope nodded. “I have known this for a while, but am not sure what to do next.”

“You have power, Penelope. I have watched you for a long time. Of all of your sisters, you have the most powerful ability.”

Penelope scoffed. “Making snowballs is not powerful.”

She squeezed Penelope’s hand gently. “If you would learn to trust in yourself, you would be able to defeat the demon.”

Penelope shook her head. “But Isabella is a siren and can calm and heal people. I can barely turn water to ice.”

Mariah sighed in frustration. “Oui, your sister is a strong mermaid, but she does not possess the ability to control the weather.”

Penelope was grateful for Mariah’s faith in her, but she didn’t deserve it. She was a far cry from controlling the weather. She didn’t want to disappoint the witch or disregard her kindness, so she changed the subject. “Where is Ewan?”

Mariah released her hand and straightened Penelope’s cover. “Je suis désolé. Le capitaine is very suspicious of him.”

“What did the captain do?” Penelope slipped her hand up to her neck where Ewan had bitten her and had actually drank her blood––the bastard. “I can’t believe he attacked me.”

“Ewan is not like that.” Mariah gave her a small smile. “He’s stern but he doesn’t attack women.”

“Not from where I was standing,” Penelope mumbled. “Apparently, I was his favorite drink.”

“It is the curse,” Mariah said. “I do not believe he could control himself. He has not had a relationship with a woman since his wife died.”

“He attacked her, too?”

“No.” Mariah clasped her hand firmly. “Listen to me. Ewan has been a lost man ever since he lost his woman, Wynda. The only thing that keeps him from drawing in a bottle of rum is his daughter, Catriona.”

“What happened?”

Some of the anger lessened in Penelope’s voice, and Mariah loosened her grip, but that didn’t mean Penelope had forgiven him.

“Like Doc, Wynda had a great knowledge of healing. After caring for a sick child, she contracted yellow fever, and a few days later, she died. ”

“How awful,” Penelope said. “When was this?”

“Six months ago.”

“Where his daughter now? I have not seen her on board the ship.”

“And you will not. Ewan has tried to shield her from the curse. She lives with her grandmother on St. Kitts.”

“Does he see her often?”

“As often as he can.” Mariah avoided her eyes. “I was not there when Wynda died, but Kane was. He said that Ewan held her in his arms when she died, but not before she made him promise not to marry until Catriona was an adult.”

“Why would she ask such a thing?”

“Wynda was afraid another woman would reject or hurt Catriona, since the little girl is blind, but she needed not worry. Ewan loves his daughter and would never let anyone hurt her.”

“I don’t know, Mariah. You didn’t see him on that island. He was terrifying.”

Someone knocked at the door. Mariah rushed over and opened the door to a frowning Captain Kane O’Brien.

Warmth spread up to Penelope’s cheeks at the thought that she had been angry over Ewan sinking his fangs into her flesh. She hoped one of Kane’s abilities was not to read people’s minds. She sunk lower into the covers, afraid of what he would do if he guessed the truth.

“Excuse me, Kane,” Hannah said as she brushed past him, holding a tray with a steaming bowl and a plate of biscuits.

Penelope inhaled the fragrant scent of chicken broth, and her stomach grumbled.

“Hannah, I could have carried the tray. You should—”

She put the tray down on the desk and put her hands on her hips. “I should do what, Kane?”

Kane put his hands on her shoulders. “You should rest.” The hardness in his voice softened, and love flickered in his eyes.

Penelope realized Kane wasn’t angry with her but frustrated with Hannah. She’d never had any man except her father demonstrate this concern. No man had ever looked at her the way that Kane adored Hannah.

Hannah lifted her arms and knocked both of his. “Kane, I’m pregnant—not helpless.” She pointed toward the door. “Out. Right now.”

Penelope’s eyes widened, and she studied Hannah’s flat abdomen. Her shirt and trousers gave no indication that she was in the family way, especially with her sword sheathed at her side and a pistol on the other hip. Whether Kane liked it or not, his woman was a fierce pirate.

He lifted Hannah’s chin. “I’ll leave as long as you promise not to lift anything.”

She broke loose. “I promise. Now, go.”

Kane slipped his hand into her hair and kissed her deeply. Hannah molded her body against his.

Penelope couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy swell inside her. Ewan had kissed her, but she suspected it was due to the spider’s poison, then he fed on her. He hadn’t gazed at her with the same tenderness as Kane. No man had.

Kane pulled away from Hannah and caught Penelope’s eye. Penelope looked down at her trembling hands.

“I hope you feel better, Penelope.” He headed toward the door. “I promise you—Ewan will not hurt you again.”

“He better not, or I’ll freeze him in ice forever.” Not that she could do that––yet. But threatening to do it made her feel powerful.

Kane gave her a stern look, and she immediately lowered her head, remembering he was a fierce vampire, too.

Penelope glanced at Mariah, who was bringing the bowl of soup over to the bed but didn’t offer a hint of what had happened.

“Captain, wait. Where is he?” She blurted.

“He’s in the brig.” He glanced at Hannah, whose lips were swollen where he’d kissed her.

He narrowed his eyes. “And he’ll remain there until I am convinced he’s not a threat to my ship.” He closed the door, stifling any inkling of a challenge.

“I’m sorry, Penelope,” Hannah said. “He’s become unreasonable ever since he found out I was in the family way.”

“Most human men are,” Penelope said. Both Hannah and Mariah gave her shocked looks, so she immediately changed the topic. “When did you find out you were with child?”

“About two months ago. We have not shared the news with the crew except for Mariah and William and Doc, of course.”

Penelope frowned. “Why?”

Mariah and Hannah glanced at each other, then Hannah sat on the bed. “I love the men on this ship, but sometimes they are a funny lot. Besides being vampires, they can be superstitious. A pregnant woman would be looked upon as a curse.”

Penelope gave her a knowing smile. “That’s not the only reason, is it? You’re afraid Zuto would find out.”

Hannah put her hand over her flat belly. “Yes. He’d be even more ruthless in finding me. We need to keep my pregnancy a secret. I have agreed to go stay with Morgana once I cannot keep my baby a secret.”

“Not by ship,” Mariah said, as she reached across Penelope’s abdomen and grasped Hannah’s hand. “William will fly her there.” She released Hannah, then picked up the bowl and spoon and handed it to Penelope. “Here, you need to eat.”

Penelope took the bowl reluctantly, then shook her head. “I need to tell you something about Zuto.”

Mariah sat on the bed. “What about him?”

Penelope could feel the power barely veiled beneath Mariah. “I had a dream about him.”

“That’s how he moves around,” Hannah said as she sat on the other said of Penelope. She felt like she was being cornered by two threatening sharks.

Penelope began talking quickly. “I don’t why I kept this a secret, because I don’t know if Zuto even has her.”

“Has who?” Mariah asked.

“Ewan’s daughter.”

“What!” They both exclaimed then glanced at each other, their faces pale.

“The demon said he was going to send the Fiery Damsel after her and order them to bring her to him.”

“This is very important,” Mariah said, as she gripped Penelope’s hand tight, her nails threatening to dig into her flesh. “Did he say whether she had to be alive or dead?”

“He wanted her alive so he could torture her before he killed Ewan. ’Twas just so terrible. Do you think he’s capable of such a disgusting act?”

“Oui, I do. I must go find William.”

The disapproval in her eyes made Penelope squirm. Ewan might be an obsessed vampire, but obviously neither woman thought he deserved this.

“And I Kane,” Hannah said.

Mariah gave her a steely gaze. “Doc stitched his wound where the time spider stung him. But I fear he may be possessed. You and Hannah are not safe around him. This news may put him over the edge.”

“But you don’t know this,” Penelope persisted. “The demon could have been lying.”

“Or not,” Mariah said. “Zuto is cunning and we must act on the fact that this is true.” Her voice turned icy. “If you do not eat, you’ll be vulnerable. Please, you’re turning paler by the minute.”

Penelope wanted to argue, but she doubted she’d change Mariah’s mind. Her stomach protested, and she reluctantly took the bowl. Bits of chicken, carrots, and potatoes floated in the broth. She dipped her spoon into it and took a bite. It was warm and soothing.

“’Tis good.” She had to admit.

Hannah patted Penelope’s leg. “Doc swears by it. He even fed it to me when I fell down the stairwell during a squall. I felt better.” She grinned. “I was strong enough to take on a stubborn Irish captain.”

Penelope took her time finishing the bowl and acting complacent with both Hannah and Mariah. Guilt was eating away at her. She didn’t want Kane to tell Ewan. Ewan might have betrayed her, but she wouldn’t him.

“I am so sorry. I should have said something earlier.”

“On this ship,” Hannah said as she put her hand on the doorknob, “we all learned a long time ago that secrets are never good. Don’t hide anything from us again.”

“I promise. I won’t.”

“Good.” Hannah’s voice softened. “Coming, Mariah?”

“Oui. We need to make a plan. I will check on you soon.”

They both left, shutting the door quietly.

Penelope lay down, pretending to be asleep for several minutes. When no one else walked inside, she threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, which was a foolish mistake. Her legs buckled, and she crumpled to the floor. The room spun around, and she clutched the blanket tightly to keep from swirling around and vomiting up the warm soup.

She took deep breaths until the dizziness passed. She used the bed to climb up to a standing position. Obviously, she couldn’t wander around the ship half-naked. She took small steps, praying no one would open the door. She opened a nearby wardrobe, hoping to find some dresses. Her heart sank. Only a line of Kane’s and possibly Hannah’s shirts hung inside. She groaned, wishing this was Mariah’s cabin and not Hannah’s. Hannah preferred shirts and trousers to gowns. Mariah would have had a trunk full of dresses, but there was no way for her to sneak into Mariah’s and William’s room.

She carefully pulled off a red shirt and wriggled it over her head. She opened a nearby dresser to find a pair of trousers and smiled when she realized they were cut for Hannah, not Kane. She even found a scarf and tied it around her head, then carefully shoved her stubborn blond curls underneath it. She hunted for her soaked shoes and discovered them tucked next to the bed. Someone had cleaned off the sand and mud. She slipped them on, not caring that her feet squished, then she crept over to the door, hoping there wasn’t a guard outside. It would be like Kane to order she be watched.

She put her ear to the door and listened. Her heart pounding wildly, she cracked open the door to an empty corridor. Not waiting another minute, she sneaked outside and hoped any prying eyes would mistake her for Hannah.

Chapter 16

Kane was wise to lock Ewan up. He sat on the bench alone in the brig with only the sound of the creaking ship as a companion. He put his hand over his heart again, disturbed he could not feel his heartbeat. When he’d been a vampire before, he could feel the steady rhythm of his heart. Why was this so different?

He turned his head and cracked his neck. His skin had turned the color of a silvery moon. His muscles had drawn thin, and his throat was drier than a dead riverbed. He rolled his tongue over his fangs and grimaced as the desire to suck blood nearly drove him mad. Only Mariah’s enchanted bars kept him from wrecking terror on board the Soaring Phoenix. She had enchanted them in case they ever imprisoned a member of the Fiery Damsel. He leaned his head back. Guess she never thought she’d have to imprison one of their own.

Ewan couldn’t stop thinking about blood or the dream of the archangel. Who did he have to forgive? As far as he could tell, he was the one who needed to ask for forgiveness.

He groaned. If ’twas true, then the archangel must be sorely disappointed. Kane would never have given into the hunger lust.

Doc had bandaged his shoulder and stitched the three-inch cut on his arm where the spider had slashed him with its stinger. He moved and hissed. Not even his throbbing shoulder hurt this bad. He took a long deep breath and waited for the agony to subside. He’d been in many forays and been left with broken ribs, gun shot and stab wounds, and even suffered a broken leg, but nothing hurt this bad. Hell, what would have happened if the spider’s fangs had sunk deep into his flesh? He shuddered at the thought of the unbearable agony. He had no doubt it would be enough to kill a vampire.

He clenched and unclenched his fist and took a deep breath. Even that tiny movement sent hot, piercing pain through him. Blasted spider.

He stared at his untouched meal of lightly breaded fried fish and potatoes––his favorite dish, but his stomach revolted at the sight.

Mariah walked into the room, her skirts swooshing as she moved. Her face was grim. She held a silver chain in her hand. “You do not look well, Ewan, oui?”

“I dona feel well.”

“I fear the spider’s poison is transforming you into something evil.”

“Grand. ’Twas not my plan. I never wanted any of this. The archangel promised to give Catriona sight if I agreed to his terms. He said he could keep her safe from Zuto, but I wanted to protect all of ye and Penelope, too.”

“Even the best of plans go amiss. I have something that may help slow down the process. I cannot guarantee it will work.”

“I’ll try anything.”

“Bien.” She unlocked the door.

“Mariah, do not come in here. I am not safe.”

“I know.”

“Does William know yer here?”

Suddenly, William materialized naked. Being able to turn invisible was one of his powers as a dragon. “Aye. Do you think I’d let her come in here unprotected?”

Ewan flashed a sheepish grin. “No, I didna.”

Mariah and William approached him. He could smell the blood pumping through their veins, and he forced his arms to stay at his sides. If he made any sudden movements, William would unleash his powers and put an end to Ewan’s misery by burning him to a crisp.

Ewan stared at the chain and realized there was a diamond pendant dangling from it. “This is yer plan. A diamond?”

She frowned. “Do not be so surly, and do not underestimate my magic. I have charged this diamond. Diamonds naturally are a symbol of truth and loyalty. I chose this stone over the others because of your fierce loyalty to Kane. Your belief in him may be your salvation. You see in him what I believe is buried deep within yourself.”

Ewan scoffed. He couldn’t believe she would compare him to Kane. Kane was a natural born leader and his men were loyal to him. He’d never turn on his men and put everyone above himself. He would die before he’d attack Hannah or turn on his crew. This time, Mariah was wrong, but he was too tired and too hungry to argue with her.

She put the chain over his head. “The diamond will protect you. According to my grand-mére, the bearer cannot be possessed.”

Tingles swept over him, but he didn’t feel any different. He stared at the veins in her throat and wanted to rip his fangs into her flesh, but sat where he was. Only William’s low growl kept him at bay.

Not wanting to be ungrateful, he took her soft hand and gently squeezed it. “Thank ye.”

She smiled. “Vous êtes le bienvenu.”

William wove his arm through Mariah’s. “Don’t look so glum, Ewan. If you remember, her magic stones saved me.” His green eyes turned to a dragon’s gold. “Just don’t take it off.”

Definitely a dragon warning that if he became possessed, William would attack. Despite his vampire powers, Ewan was no match for a dragon. Maybe he deserved to die. At least Penelope and the crew would be safe.

Mariah and William turned and left him with his brooding thoughts. He sat on the bench and leaned his head against the wall. All he could think of about was sinking his fangs into flesh and drinking his fill. He deserved to be punished. All of his good intentions had gone amiss.

He rolled his tongue over his incisors. Damnation, the thirst was upon him, and he wanted blood, Not just anyone’s––Penelope’s.

Soft footsteps alerted him. His nostrils flared, and he tensed. A woman dressed in a billowy red shirt and a pair of black trousers and soaked blue shoes entered the brig. He stilled. He knew those pretty slippers.

A curly blond strand escaped from the scarf tied around her head. Despite her attempt to look like Hannah, she only drew curiosity with her deep blue eyes. Hannah never tied a scarf around her head. She preferred to either wear her hair free or tied a ribbon around it, fashioning it into a loose queue.

He held his breath, waiting for the accusations to rip out his heart. He watched her warily, more afraid of what she would say than what Kane would do if he found her here. He didn’t like his orders to be disobeyed.

“You shouldn’t be here, Penelope. Kane won’t be pleased.”

“How did you know it was me?”

He laughed. “Yer blond curls and blue eyes easily gave ye away.” His laughter died. “How long do ye think it will be before they discover ye are gone? Return before ’tis too late.”

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide, as if she expected to see Kane glaring at her. She hurried over to the bars. Even where he sat he could inhale her sweet feminine scent.

She wrapped her slender fingers around the bars. “There’s something I should have told you on the island. ”

Instead of scorn and hate, her voice was full of concern.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from slender neck, and he remembered how sweet she’d tasted. Lust gripped him, and he wanted to sample her again, but this time he’d rip her clothes off and pleasure her as he drank her blood. A ball of shame slammed into his gut. “Penelope, ye should not be here. I am too dangerous.” His throaty voice was barely a whisper.

She rubbed a bandage on her neck. “Yes, I know.”

Doc must have placed it there. Guilt ate him. Lord save him, he wanted to rip off the bandage and suckle her.

“What then? You came down to tell me that you hate me and never want to see again?”

“If you’re asking if I have forgiven you for attacking me the answer is no.”

“I dona expect yer forgiveness, but I canna say it won’t happen again. There’s something evil inside me. I canna control it.”

“I believe you and I don’t trust you, but even with that,” she hesitated. “You deserve to know about my dream.”

“The archangel visited ye?”

Her brows knotted together. “Archangel? No, the demon Zuto did.”

He narrowed his eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me this?”

“I didn’t think it was true. ’Twas to horrible to think that anyone could do this to a child.”

“Are you talkin’ about Catriona?”

“I am afraid so. The demon’s gone after her.”

All the pent-up fury inside him unleashed. He flew across the brig and slammed into the bars, making them shudder. If they hadn’t been enchanted, he would have busted through and attacked Penelope. He curled his lips, revealing his pointed fangs. She jumped three feet back, and the same fear he had witnessed on the island returned in her eyes. He didn’t care. “If she’s dead, I’ll hand you over to the demon myself.”

He couldn’t hide the burning in his words. All his hard work in keeping Catriona safe had just evaporated. If Penelope was the one he was supposed to forgive, then the archangel could forget it. He’d never forgive her for keeping this from him.

He shook the bars. “Kane! Get me out of here!”

“He’s never going to let you out with you rattling the cage.”

“Stay away from me.” He wanted to throttle her. “Kane!”

“I will not let the demon hurt Catriona.”

Right now, he couldn’t even look at her and walked back to the other side of the brig. He ran at vampire speed and slammed into the bars, only to fly backward. “Why should I believe ye?” Her eyes had widened so he got the satisfaction of scaring her, but ’twas empty and bitter.

She put her hand on her throat. “Why would you––”

Suddenly, cannon fire cut off her voice. He wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but he recognized those cannons. Shouts and cries broke out above them, and angry footsteps ran overhead.

He raced over to the bars. Agony seized his arm, and he grimaced. “Listen to me. Ye need to let me out. Palmer’s here, and if he is, he must have Catriona. The time-spider canna be far behind.”

“You can’t defeat him without me.”

“Aye, I can. Just go back to your miserable people.”

She bristled. “Do you want to defeat the time-spider and save your daughter?”

“Obviously.”

“Then we do it together, and then we never have to see each other again––agreed?”

He put his arms across his chest. “We have an accord.”

Loud voices cried overhead, then the Phoenix’s cannons recoiled. The smell of sulfur hung in the air. Ewan paced back and forth. He was the gun master and should be with his men, not locked in a cage. Since he’d been a member of this crew, he’d never missed a battle. Even with a broken leg, he’d found a way to be useful.

Guns exploded. The Soaring Phoenix lurched. Penelope screamed and tumbled onto the floor.

“Get the key.” If he yanked her against the bars, he could feast on her throat. The diamond that lay against his chest grew warm, and he clasped it with his hand tight. Tingles raced up his arm and eased the hunger. His incisors retracted.

Mariah’s amulet had worked.

For now.

Penelope pushed herself up off the floor and grabbed the key off the wall. She stuck it into the lock. “When I unlock this, I need your word that you won’t attack me again.”

The hunger returned and roared inside him. He pressed his back against the wall, trying to gain what little control he had left and clasped the amulet.

Feed. Feed. Feed.

The thought echoed over and over again his head. The craving for blood consumed him, but he drew on his last remaining honor and fought it until it was only a soft echo in his mind. He gritted his teeth. “I promise.”

She opened the door. “Then follow me.”

She stretched out her shaking hand. “Come with me. We’ll find William together.”

He stared at her hand as if ’twas a snake. He prayed that Mariah’s magic would work.

As if on demand, the amulet vibrated in his hand, and a surge of warmth washed over him.

She took a step closer. “Ewan, please, before it’s too late.”

Screams and yells echoed down to the brig. Cannon fire exploded again and again. Ewan could smell smoke. The ship was on fire.

“Ye better learn yer power fast because there’s no second chances with Palmer or Zuto.”

She bit her lower lip. “I am not afraid.” She touched his arm.

A cool sensation raced up his arm, and the pendant grew stronger. He pulled on every ounce of determination he had and battled the desire to attack her. His gut tightened, and his body shuddered. He took deep breaths. The pendant stopped vibrating, and the words echoing in his mind to attack her ceased.

He wasn’t sure what had happened. He stared at Penelope in wonder. Had her cool touch eased the hunger or had it been Mariah’s magic? He slowly released the diamond. He could feel the hunger lurking in his mind, ready to unleash, but for now, he had it under control.

He took her hand. “We’ll do this together. Afterward, I never want to see you again.”

She nodded. “You won’t.”

He wasn’t sure he believed her, but she’d forced his hand. He led her out of the brig, putting all of his faith into a delicate mermaid and a small jewel that were both supposed to be powerful enough to combat the power of Coaybay.

Chapter 17

Penelope clutched Ewan’s hand tight as he dragged her out of the brig and up on deck. Men raced around the deck preparing for battle, their faces grim. Ewan maneuvered her through the panic, and no matter how much her heart thumped, she was determined to follow his lead.

He grabbed a crewman. “Where’s the captain?”

The man tilted his head and grunted. “He’s at the stern.”

A pirate high up in the crew’s nest covered his mouth and yelled, “Captain, she’s readying her guns!”

Ewan released the man. Both he and Penelope followed the crewman’s gaze, and Penelope’s heart skipped a beat.

Off on the starboard side, a three-masted Spanish carrack was closing in fast, and full sailed. She flew her red flag with a bloody black skull. ’Twas the Fiery Damsel. Her high, rounded bow parted the water like an angry whale determined to crash into the Phoenix.

Penelope’s breath died on her lips. The deeds of the Damsel were legendary and knew no limits. She scanned the square-rigged carrack, afraid she’d see a frightened little girl, but thankfully, she was missing. The high rounded bow sat higher than the stern, and Penelope could see the helmsman, but had not yet seen the ship’s dreaded captain. Even with holes in her mast and flames flickering on her upper deck, the Spanish carrack was terrifying––the nightmare of the Caribbean.

“Ewan, I do not see a little girl. Zuto must have been lying.”

“He could have her hidden.”

Her stomach tightened at the thought of a sweet girl who could be trapped in the dreaded Fiery Damsel’s brig. Ronan’s description of it had given her nightmares.

Through the black smoke, she saw men scrambling to put out the flames. Then she saw the tall, red-haired titan––Quinton Palmer. Her blood chilled. His shaggy red hair, flowing beard, and blazing crimson eyes made him look like an escaped devil from Coaybay. Angelica had told her how he’d forced himself on her, but she’d fought him. The only reason he’d not raped her was because of the demon Zuto. But she wasn’t Angelica. How could she hope to defend herself against the giant of a man? All she could do was make a few flakes of snow. A snowball would only unleash his fury.

He slapped one of his men so hard he fell off the ship. Penelope grabbed Ewan’s arm, hating herself for revealing her yellow streak.

He grimaced as if she caused him pain, and she groaned, remembering his shoulder. She immediately released him.

“Stay calm, Penelope,” he said, as he stared at the carrack. “Panic leads to deadly mistakes.” He turned his gaze upon her. “I swear, I’ll get ye out of here.”

Determination flashed in his green eyes and rang in his voice. His fierceness edged away some of her fear, and she realized she believed in him. She took a deep breath, trying to drum up courage like her sisters had shown when they battled against Palmer, but fear still possessed her.

The Fiery Damsel and Soaring Phoenix were parallel to each other and had their guns drawn.

“Death to ye!”

“Sink to the bottom of the sea, ye bloody scallywags!”

“A pox on ye!”

The men’s angry cries and shouts sent more fear slicing into her heart.

The Fiery Damsel closed in on them, and her twelve guns aimed at the Phoenix’s haul. Palmer fixed his spyglass at the Phoenix, and Penelope hid behind Ewan, afraid Palmer could see her. She hated herself for being such a yellow bellied sea horse. She’d never had to fight anyone because either Isabella or her father had shielded her. But they weren’t here. She was alone and unprepared.

She’d acted so brave in the brig when she was alone with Ewan, but seeing the Fiery Damsel for the first time doused her spirit. She glanced at the sea, wanting to jump into the water and swim to safety.

But the dreaded time spider could be waiting in those depths. She pressed her body against Ewan, needing to feel his strength.

Kane aimed his spyglass at the Damsel. His ability to outmaneuver ships was legendary, and she hoped it proved to be true this time.

His crew was well trained. They opened gun ports and hauled guns into position. Gunners held wicks soaked in saltpeter and spirits of wine, the fuses glowing red hot. Others held wadding, shot, and powder, ready to reload the instant the cannon was discharged.

“Ready the guns,” Kane cried over his shoulder.

“Aye, Captain.” Ronan stood near the gunners, taking Ewan’s place as gun master. He had his back to her, but she would recognize him anywhere with his dark hair, broad shoulders, and the ends of his right sleeve tied into a knot where his hand used to be. The demon had offered to restore his hand if he would renounce Angelica and allow Zuto to take her, but Ronan defied him. He often told Penelope he’d never regretted his decision. She thought he was one of the bravest men she’d ever known.

Until she met Ewan.

He had taken on the time spider alone and had pierced its belly with his sword.

Ronan held a sword in his left hand high over his head and waited for Kane’s orders. She could feel the tension on the ship like an overstretched string ready to snap in two.

Ewan lowered his head and whispered in her ear. “The captain’s playing possum.”

His warm breath and calm voice sent tingles sweeping through her. Even though they were at war with each other, he squeezed her hand, and reassurance flooded her heart.

Penelope realized that the Phoenix’s sails were doused as if she was wounded and fleeing in distress. The Fiery Damsel increased in speed as it approached. Palmer obviously thought he could overtake the Phoenix and sink her to the bottom of the sea. Penelope held her breath, wanting to scream at Kane to do something before the ship was blown into a million pieces.

The Fiery Damsel loomed dangerously near, as if she thought victory was close at hand. Then Kane smiled and yelled, “Fire!”

Ronan lowered his sword and echoed Kane’s command.

“Stay close,” Ewan said, as his lips brushed over her ear.

Men lit the fuses. The loud boom of the guns fired, hurting her ears. A fog of smoke blinded her, stinging her eyes, and she choked, tasting sulfur on her lips.

“Come on,” Ewan said. “We have to find William and Mariah!”

Ewan dodged men running along the deck to brace the lines and to put out small fires. Her shirt stuck to her skin from the roaring heat, and sweat trickled down between her breasts. Her heart beat wildly with fear, and she tried to picture Isabella’s face to help her summon some bravery. Since her mother had died, Isabella had taken her place, and her sweet song used to chase away all of her fears, but all she could hear was the terrifying cannons booming and the blood thumping through her.

A cannon ball whined and crashed onto the deck, sending a man flying into the air screaming.

Through the smoke and commotion, Hannah aimed her palms at the man. As if by magic, the pirate reversed direction and landed safely on the deck.

Relief flickered in his eyes, and he gripped her arm. “Thanks, Hannah.”

“You stubborn, wench!” Kane yelled. “Get below deck.” His voice was full of fear and anger.

But Hannah didn’t obey him and went to help Doc with an injured man. She was as brave as Isabella. Hannah was pregnant, but she didn’t hide below deck like a frightened sea ray hiding in the sand. Shame doused Penelope’s fear. Unlike Hannah, she would have scrambled to the cabin and hid like a scared clown fish.

Ewan dragged her to where Captain Kane O’Brien was frowning, but surprisingly, he didn’t go after Hannah.

“Captain,” Ewan panted. “We’ve got to get Penelope out of here.”

Kane watched them approach; his eyes full of fury. “How’d the devil did you get out of the brig?” He glowered at Penelope. “I don’t like my orders being disobeyed, and if …” He stopped mid-sentence as realization dawned in his green eyes.

Penelope shivered at his dark scowl and low voice. If there was a next time, she knew he’d make her regret the decision to defy him.

“If you get me out of here, Captain, the time-spider will follow, and both you and your crew will be safe.”

He ignored her, and his harsh voice softened. “Ewan, Mariah and William flew to Saint Kitts.”

Even with the thundering cannons and smoke, ’twas as if time stopped.

“And?” Ewan asked.

Before the captain spoke, Penelope knew the answer.

Kane gripped his shoulder. “We were too late.”

Ewan tilted his head back and screamed, then fell onto his knees.

His anguish ripped away Penelope’s anger at him. Besides her father, she’d never seen a warrior show such emotion over losing a child. Knowing this was her fault, she wiped away her shameful tears.

Kane knelt in front of him and gripped Ewan’s arms. “Listen to me. I swear we will find her if I have to tear apart the blasted Damsel and Zuto’s island myself.”

Ewan nodded his head. “Then let’s board her now. We have to rescue her.”

Panic and fear rippled through his usual steady voice.

“Listen to me.” He tilted his head. “I swear we’ll find her, but if we go off half-cocked, we’ll never find her. D’ye hear me? Use your head man.”

Ewan flashed her a deadly look and Penelope flinched. She had to make this right.

“Take her below, Ewan.”

“No,” she said. “I want to stay and fight.”

“Haven’t ye done enough damaged?” Kane muttered.

She blinked back tears but stayed where she was.

He motioned toward Ronan. “As soon as they’re primed, I want the gunners to fire a full broadside. Mallory, turn her about.”

“Ready on your command,” Sean Mallory called from the helm.

Gunners quickly reloaded the guns and relit the fuses while others soaked the wicks in saltpeter. They stood ready for the captain’s command.

But instead of turning to engage in another battle, the Fiery Damsel suddenly veered to the port-side and backed her sails as if in an attempt to outrun them. Pirates climbed up the shrouds, then steadied themselves while men released the tension in the rigging lines that allowed the sails to be reefed and lashed up the spars. The wind caught the billowing canvas, and the helmsman steered the ship away from the Phoenix as if the devil himself was after them.

“There’s something amiss,” Kane said as he lowered his spyglass. “They are not reloading their guns. Palmer seems to be yelling something and pointing at us.”

Uneasiness crept into Penelope’s over taunt nerves. “Ewan, has Palmer ever done this?”

He shook his head. “Palmer, may be many things, but a coward isn’t one of them.”

The crewman in the eagle’s nest pointed. “Captain, to the starboard side!”

Penelope followed his gaze, and her heart stopped in her throat. A funnel of water churned faster and wider. Even before it emerged, Penelope knew what was coming. The time-spider had found them.

Its eight eyes reflected the image of the Soaring Phoenix that filled Penelope with dread. The rest of its bulky body followed, and it floated on the surface until a wave lifted the spider as if by magic and hurled it toward them.

Ewan stepped in front of her and drew his sword. “Palmer––that bastard. He must have known the beast was here and sailed out to sea to save his own yellow-bellied skin.”

Kane screamed, “Fire!”

Fuses were lit, and the guns recoiled. Shot flew through the air at the swimming spider. Smoke danced around the guns. The spider sank into the water as the cannon balls slammed into the sea. Penelope held her breath, hoping it was wounded or dead.

But the beast emerged and shrieked.

Men raced around the deck in a sudden panic.

“Hold true,” Kane yelled as he withdrew his pistol.

His booming voice seemed to calm them.

He fired and hit the beast in one eye. It shrieked, then it spewed a sticky strand that wrapped around the Phoenix’s mast. A loud crack exploded as the mast crashed into the sea, and the ship rolled to the starboard side. Water splashed high into the air and soaked Penelope. She longed to return to the sea, but she refused to abandon the brave crew. Besides, she had no idea how fast the beast could swim. Who knew the bounds of the demon’s black magic?

Ewan stood next to the Kane. “Captain, where’s William and Leif?”

“I had them hunting for the spider on nearby islands. I had no idea the bloody thing could swim underwater. They will not return in time.”

Penelope looked around. “What about Mariah?”

“She’s with William, of course,” Ewan grumbled.

The spider splashed water onto the ship, knocking Doc into the sea.

“Help me,” he cried as he tried to desperately swim away from the beast.

Bloodied and covered with ash, Hannah stretched out her shaking arms and faced her palms out. A trickle of blood dripped down her nose. Penelope wasn’t sure she was strong enough to save Doc, and Mariah wasn’t here. If it had been a full moon, Doc could have turned into a vampire, but as a man, he was as helpless as a mortal.

Kane yelled, “Bloody hell, Doc!” He aimed his pistol and fired, hitting the beast in another eye. It cried in agony but didn’t release Doc.

Hannah lifted him into the air, but the spider shrieked, and a strand wrapped around Doc’s abdomen. He screamed as if in agony. Maybe it was Hannah’s fearlessness. Maybe it was Mariah’s belief in her. Or, maybe it was the gut wrenching fear swirling inside Penelope, but she sprang into action. She drew on her power and pointed her finger at the strand threatening to rip Doc in half.

Snowflakes dropped onto the strand. She groaned, but when Doc screamed in agony, she tried again. Determined to save him, she drew on every ounce of energy she possessed and pointed both arms at the strand. Energy that she’d never felt before flowed through her. An icy ray jetted out of her fingers and hit the sticky strand. It changed from white to an icy blue. It slowly cracked and broke in half. Doc crashed into the ocean.

Men cheered and clapped.

“Blimey, God bless the lass.”

“Praise to the ice princess!”

She put her arms down and caught her breath. She smiled sheepishly as euphoria rippled through her. Men patted her on the back, and Kane even hugged her.

“You have done well, lass.”

She basked in the captain’s praise, but ’twas Ewan’s response that made her cheeks glow. Instead of hate and anger, admiration flickered in his gaze, and he bowed slightly as if he were an adoring subject. She was too shocked to say anything.

Before she could jump for joy and run into his arms, the spider turned its gaze on her.

Blood dripped from one eye where Kane had shot it and splashed onto the water. It swam past Doc as if he were a forgotten guppy. Penelope backed away, realizing ’twas after her.

She flicked her finger again and only produced snowflakes.

A shriek above made the spider stop. It ducked under water as a ray of fire hit the surface.

Penelope looked up and smiled. She’d never been so glad to see anyone. Mariah and William swooped down toward the ship.

Without uttering one word of praise, Ewan sheathed his sword, then flung her over his shoulder, knocking the breath out of her.

“William, Mariah, down here. Get Penelope out of here!”

William unleashed his talons and snatched Ewan’s shoulders. Penelope cried out as she was lifted high into the air, but what terrified her more was what she could see below the ocean. A dark black creature swam underwater, faster than anything she’d ever seen. The time-spider hadn’t given up yet.

She was a danger to everyone around her. The Phoenix had almost sunk. Doc had almost perished. He’d been so kind when she was first brought on board the ship, and he was obviously loved by his crew. What if the time-spider went after someone she really cared about like Isabella, Angelica, or the twins? Zuto had promised he would kill all who she loved if she didn’t come willing. Could she really stand aside and watch those she loved die?

She wasn’t a hero, but she wasn’t callous, either.

“Penelope,” Mariah called. “Draw on your power and turn the ocean to ice, S'il vous plaît?”

Penelope was amazed at the blind faith Mariah had in her abilities. If she’d known her many failures, she would have put her faith in someone else. But not one to disobey an order, Penelope looked deep inside herself and drew on her power. She pointed at the sea, and instead of ice, snow fell onto the ocean and melted. Her cheeks flamed. Her victory had turned south.

“William, s’il vous plaît, fly into the clouds.”

William turned his head and shrieked. Penelope wasn’t sure he was going to do it, but he flew into the fluffy white clouds. Moisture sprinkled onto Penelope’s face, and her clothes stuck to her skin. They flew over an endless stream of ocean, but then a lone ship appeared––the Fiery Damsel. Fear rose up her throat like spiny sea urchins. Penelope had hoped the beast would tip it over and they’d all drown.

William started to descend and aimed for a nearby island. With no mountains and a peninsula, Penelope recognized it as the one where Ewan had attacked her. She tried to forget that and concentrate on the first time he’d kissed her. But she doubted that would ever happen again, since he blamed her for his daughter being kidnapped.

The island wouldn’t offer them any protection. Saving Doc had given her some courage. Maybe she wasn’t such a failure after all. ’Twas time to stop acting like the helpless sister and carry on her sisters’ tradition and become a warrior princess.

Chapter 18

Ewan soared high into the blue sky and clouds brushed over him, leaving a sleek moisture on his skin. He loved to fly as a bat and liked the rush of air over him. But this was agony, and he couldn’t breathe.

William had dug his talons deep into Ewan’s shoulders, drawing blood that dripped down his torso and stained Penelope’s delicate hands red. She held on tight to his legs, turning her knuckles white. He’d been so angry with her for not telling him about the dream, but when she had risked her life to Doc he’d seen another side of her. She was frightened, but like Wynda, she was full of compassion and willing to put aside her fear to save another. He couldn’t help, but admire her.

Her grip loosened, and she slipped.

“Ewan!”

Her voice was filled with terror, and she kicked her legs as if trying to move herself up his body.

Despite the agony pulsing through him, he managed to grab her hand. Using what little vampire strength he possessed, he hauled her up until she faced him nose-to-nose.

“Wrap yer arms around me neck.” He panted. “I canna hold ye much longer.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She draped her arms around his neck tightly choking off his air. Her beautiful face blurred in front of his face, and dizziness swept over him.

“Penelope, I…canna…breathe.”

“Sorry,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m so scared. The time-spider is swimming below us, following us.”

Another shriek sent hope straight to Ewan’s heart.

Penelope wrapped her legs around Ewan’s hips. Her soft core straddled his manhood that was only too happy to feel her pressed against it.

“Is that another time-spider?”

Trying to concentrate on not passing out or thrusting his hips into her feminine folds, Ewan drew on every ounce of chivalry he’d once possessed.

“No.” He hissed the word between his tight lips. “‘Tis Leif. He’ll draw off the time-spider. Dona panic.”

“I’ll try.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

He could feel her heart beating hard against his chest, and he could hear the blood rushing through her veins. His incisors grew, and he tilted his head back to keep from sinking his fangs into her flesh. The pendant warmed his chest, sending tranquility through his body, and the lust for blood dimmed. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his good arm around her waist and allowed his other hurt one to dangle by his side.

He whispered into her ear, “Ye will not fall. I promise.”

She bit her lip and nodded, but her eyes were wide with panic.

Her hair caressed his cheek, and he concentrated on her tantalizing scent rather than the pain rippling through him.

William sailed out of the clouds, and Ewan studied the sea, looking for the time-spider, but he didn’t see a shadow or a wrinkle in the deep blue. They approached the same peaceful island that he and Penelope had been on when he’d attacked her. He vowed not to give in to the curse and promised himself he would take care of Penelope, even if he had to risk his own life to save her.

The dragon glided over the beach then unclenched his talons. Ewan and Penelope fell onto the sand and rolled together. When they stopped, Penelope lay on top of him. Her blond hair was tossed over to one side, revealing a perfect ear. She pushed her hands onto his chest, and he winced. Misery stabbed him, and he arched his back.

She immediately removed her hands. “Oh, Ewan, I’m so sorry. I keep hurting you.”

He was touched that she cared. Not many princesses cared about a lowlife pirate.

Mariah slid off William and hurried over them. “Are you hurt?”

Penelope untangled herself from Ewan. “I am not, but Ewan is.”

Mariah knelt next to him. “‘Tis the poison. I must leave with William to help Leif.” She looked over at Penelope. “You must find aloe and place it on his wound. It will help with the pain.” Mariah pushed Ewan’s hair off his sweaty cheeks. “Clutch the pendant. I wish I could do more.”

“I understand.” He turned onto his side, then gritting his teeth, forced himself to climb onto one knee. He sucked in deep breaths, then pushed himself to stand. He braced his legs apart to keep from falling. He went to take a step on his own, but not before Penelope draped his arm around her slim shoulders.

“Ye canna hold me up.”

She braced her feet so he could lean against her. “Apparently, I can. Mariah, go. I promise I’ll take care of him.”

Her strength amazed him since she was so petite, but he kept forgetting she wasn’t a woman––she was a mermaid.

Mariah left and rushed over to William. She climbed onto his back, and William flapped his wings, flinging a sand storm onto them. Ewan shielded his face with his arm and stepped in front of Penelope to take the brunt of the stinging debris. Bits of dust flew into his mouth and eyes and nose. He blinked and spat out sand just as William rested back onto his haunches, then jumped into the air.

Penelope coughed then gently rubbed his back. “Ewan, I do not think we should we stay on the beach. Can you walk?”

“Aye, I can.” ’Twas a lie, but he refused to admit he was a weak, pasty codfish.

“Lean on me,” she said.

“Ye––”

“We don’t have time to argue. Come on, before that thing finds us.”

Ewan reluctantly admitted she was right, and he used her slim body as a crutch as they crept toward the jungle. His shoulder throbbed, but ’twas the pain inside him that nearly drove him mad. He held onto the diamond pendant and shoved the anger, hate, and hunger brewing inside him to the farthest corners of his mind and prayed silently to the archangel.

Raphael, please help me. Keep both Catriona and Penelope safe.

But nothing happened, and he cursed. The archangel kept true to his word and said that this task wouldn’t be easy. Couldn’t he at least watch over a blind girl? What kind of angel was he, anyway?

Fine, he would find a way to control the curse. He inhaled Penelope’s fresh scent sent that made him think of spring time in Scotland.

She directed them to a thick bundle of ferns. “We need to get to fresh water. There’s a stream behind the thick jungle.”

Ewan focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Sweat trickled down his temples and clung to his back. He was suddenly aware of the dryness in his throat as if it was clogged with sand. He couldn’t swallow. On board the Phoenix, he’d refused even a spoonful of water. What the hell was different?

He fell, dragging them both onto the sand. The lush jungle seemed to move farther and farther away.

“Ewan.” Penelope patted his cool cheeks. “Stay with me.”

“Give me a minute.” He took deep breaths then pushed himself to stand.

Penelope wrapped her arm around his waist. He glanced down at the top of her head. He noticed that she possessed not only strands of blond but she had streaks of silver. He’d never seen such a beautiful crown of glory, and he swore it glowed like a halo.

He stumbled over a rock, and they crashed through the jungle. Leaves slapped him in the face, and twigs scratched his skin. He dug his heal into the soft dirt to keep them from falling down a mossy ravine, but his foot slipped, and they toppled down the ravine’s wet and soggy side. The silver chain caught on something and yanked hard, tearing into his skin. It broke, and fear sled into his heart.

Penelope cried out and tumbled away from him. She disappeared into some flowery bushes.

He slammed his shoulder into a rock in the middle of a muddy stream. Agony nearly blinded him. He took deep breaths before he could cry out. “Penelope, where are ye?”

“I am here.” She walked over. Mud coated her shirt and trousers, and she had flecks of dirt in her blond hair.

“Mariah’s…pendant.” He pointed up the hill. “It broke. I need it.”

She looked where they’d rolled down the long and steep embankment. “Ewan, there’s no way for me to find it. The bank is thick with foliage.”

He gripped her hand and squeezed hard. “Please. “

She winced. “Ow, you’re hurting me!”

His fangs elongated, and his nostrils flared at the smell of her sweet blood. “The hunger…‘tis growing stronger.”

“I demand that you release me.”

He immediately complied. “Please…I dona want to hurt ye again.”

“And you won’t. Not unless you want to become a frozen statue forever.”

Anger flashed into her voice. The ice wall that was between them had melted after she saved Doc, but now ’twas icier than ever. He sighed and watched her.

She put her hands on her hips, and a look of misery flashed across her muddy face. “Wait here.” She used both her hands and feet to climb the slick slope.

Ewan wondered if she’d make good on her threat or if she even had the power to do it. He was too damn tired to find out. He looked up to the heavens. “Raphael, please help her find it.” Bitterness swelled inside him. He didn’t know if the archangel heard or even cared.

A sharp cry jerked his attention to Penelope. She lay sprawled out on in the mud. She raised her head and mud caked her cheek. He expected her to give up and admit defeat, but she surprised him. She crawled up the embankment hanging on to rocks and grabbing ferns.

“Ewan, I think I see it.”

Surprise flooded over him. The archangel answered his prayer. He rested his head back on a grassy mound. “Thank ye, Raphael.”

“No, ‘tis rock.”

His hoped died. He should have known. He stopped listening to Penelope prattle on about what she thought was the pendant––a pebble, a leaf, a beetle. He concentrated on battling the demons within him. His muscles and blood thinned as if ’twas slowly being sucked out of his body. His throat felt as if it was turning to ash, and he couldn’t swallow.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The thought pounded into his skull. He shook his head. “No.” But ’twas such a weak response, and his will was slowly crumbling.

Soft footsteps squished next to him. He opened his eyes to a mud-splattered Penelope. “My God, your eyes! No, I won’t let the evil win.” She slammed a dirty stone against his chest. “Come back to me, Ewan!”

Cold power sizzled through him, freezing his evil thoughts. His body arched, and he shivered uncontrollably. His teeth chattered, and his blood chilled. He’d never felt anything like this before. ’Twas pure and cool and innocent. Like he’d fallen in a snowbank back in Scotland as he had done as a lad playing with his friends.

Penelope jerked her hand away. “What have I done?”

Ewan slowly stopped shivering, and the pain inside him subsided. Penelope had tears glistening on her muddy cheeks that turned into brown and white streaks.

He caught his breath, then clasped her hand. “Ye used yer power, Penelope, and defeated the hunger. Not even Mariah could do this.”

She laughed and wiped her face, smearing the mud. “Your beautiful green eyes are back. I didn’t do anything.” She held up the stone that she had pressed on his chest. “See, ’twas Mariah’s diamond.”

He ran his hand up her arm. “That’s a rock, Penelope.”

She furrowed her brows and studied it. “It can’t be. I don’t understand. What’s happening?”

He smiled. “It seems to me that ye’re gaining control of yer power.”

She looked at him, then dropped the rock into the mud. She tilted her head back and laughed, obviously not believing him. “Yes, if you want a snowman, I am your man.”

He slid his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her toward him. “Yer definitely no man.”

She didn’t fight him. “I’m a mess,” she whispered as her warm breath washed over him.

He brushed the pad of his thumb gently over her lips, wiping off a clump of mud. “So am I.” He parted his lips, and kissed her, tasting sand and dirt, but mostly Penelope. She was spicy, hot, and cool all at the same time. Her courage and tenacity never sensed to amaze him.

“No man makes me feel like you, but we need to stop.”

He pulled away. “Why?”

“My father says that I will lose my powers if I defile myself.”

“Defile yeself? Ye mean with a kiss?”

“Ewan, no please.” But even her no sounded like a yes.

“One sweet kiss.” He took his time exploring her mouth and sighed as she slowly responded, seemingly unsure what to do. She was an innocent, but he could sense the passion barely veiled inside her. All she needed was someone to peel away the flimsy veil to release her womanly heat and give her the pleasure she deserved.

Was her father telling her the truth? Eldric was a crafty king and had already lost two daughters to pirates. Was he trying to shield his last one? Ewan had always heard that love was the most powerful force on earth. They’d kiss twice––three times if he counted the attack––but it seemed to Ewan her powers were getting stronger not weaker.

But Penelope wasn’t human. She was a mermaid. Maybe different rules applied to her

He broke away from her lips. “Would ye like to go for a swim?”

She shook her head. “The time-spider would find us.”

“William and Leif will send it scurrying back to Zuto.” At least he hoped they would. He gazed at the little trickle of water that they lay sprawled on. “This stream of water has to lead to bigger body of water. Why dona we follow it and find out?”

She slowly climbed off. She flashed him a knowing smile “Yes, I would.”

He wasn’t sure but he thought there was a double meaning in her sentence or maybe ’twas his wishful thinking.

Chapter 19

Penelope held Ewan’s calloused hand as they followed the trickling little stream that bubbled louder as it grew wider. He leaned against her, and he was still weak, but his eyes had yet to turn red. She still couldn’t believe her power had stopped him from turning into a rabid vampire.

The jungle bush grew thicker. Flies buzzed around her head and stung her flesh. The mud on her skin cracked and itched. The trek took them deeper into the jungle away from the beach and the time-spider. Ewan had faith that the two shape-shifting dragons and Mariah could battle the creature and deter it, but she wasn’t so sure.

Each time it appeared, it was more determined.

She wanted to forget about the terror and the horror even for just a couple of hours.

Vines dangled like thick ropes that brushed over her, and she shivered. Branches thick with leaves slapped them in the face and arms.

“Ewan, where do you think Catriona is?”

He stiffened. “Palmer or Zuto has her.”

His husky voice was full of grief.

“I am so sorry about not telling you about the dream. Maybe if Mariah and William had gotten there sooner…”

“Ye are going to make it up to me and help me get me daughter back. I saw what ye did with Doc. Yer power is growin’, and ye will be strong enough to defeat Zuto and his time spider.”

She was surprised of the faith he had in her. “Thanks for believing in me.”

“Penelope, when ye were living with yer father, had ye been able to do what ye did with me or Doc?”

She laughed. “No. But I could make a grand snowball.”

He smiled. “I bet ye could. Have ye noticed yer powers have grown after we started holding hands, kissed, became closer?”

Her laughter died, and she stopped. “I have kissed men before.”

“Like we have?”

Her cheeks heated. “No.”

She frowned, contemplating what Ewan had said. She touched the pearls around her neck her father had given her. He said that it meant her powers weakened if she engaged in physical intimacy. What if it meant something else? Or maybe it hadn’t worked with the other men she’d kissed, because they weren’t her chosen mate. It couldn’t be true. “No, that’s not possible. Father said––”

“I know what yer father said, but is it possible, just possible, he was wrong?”

“No,” she blurted. If Ewan was right, then her father had given her these pearls for another reason. He’d been furious when both Angelica and Isabella had mated with humans and not mermen. Not any humans––pirates. Was there an ulterior motive to the pearls? Could her father be this devious?

There was only one way to find out.

Suddenly, Ewan flew backward, dragging her to the ground, and she screamed. Terror stole her heart, and she scanned the lush foliage, afraid she’d be looking into the time spider’s shiny eight eyes.

“What happened?”

He rubbed his forehead where a red welt was forming. The corners of his mouth turned up into a sheepish grin. “I ran into a bloody branch.”

She hid a smile and stretched out her hand. “Give me your sword.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Because we’re never going to get through this jungle without cutting down the thick vines. Who knows what other disgusting things are hiding behind them, ready to attack us.”

He folded his arms over his muscular chest. “Ye’ll not have the strength to lift my sword.”

She bristled at the mockery in his voice. “Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m weak.”

“True, ye were able to hold me up, but I wasn’t completely leaning on ye, either.”

“You just don’t want to admit that you need me.”

Anger flashed in his eyes, and she sucked her breath, afraid they would turn into a fiery red, but they remained his same dark green. He flicked his gaze over her as if determining whether ’twas even possible. The tension in his face lessened, and he lifted an eyebrow, then unleashed his sword. “Be my guest, lass.”

She took the heavy sword and immediately dropped it to the ground. Ewan broke out in a hardy laugh. Not willing to be the simpering fool she’d been, she was determined to try. He was in no shape to help them and ’twas up to her. She clamored to her feet, then picked up the sword with both her hands. She gritted her teeth and swung, slicing through vines and leaves.

Ewan climbed to his feet and braced his hand against a tree. “Lassie, let
me––”

Despite the teasing smile, his face was pinched and pale. Pain still gripped him. She put her shoulders back and shook her head. “No, I said I would do it.”

She immediately regretted her decision as her arms ached with each swoosh of the sword. Sweat trickled down her face and blinded her eyes, but she refused to stop. Leaves fell and branches snapped. Stubborn vines tangled with the blade, refusing to let go. She had to use all of her strength to rip the weapon free and had to dig the back of her heel into the dirt to keep from falling backward. Her arms shaking, she swung the sword again and again, creating a narrow, crooked pathway.

The sound of rippling water grew louder and pushed her on. They were close. She stopped to catch her breath.

“Do ye want me to take over?” Ewan asked softly as he put his hand on her shoulder.

“No.”

She lifted the heavy burden, and with all her might, slashed through vines and brush, wanting to prove to Ewan she was not a helpless, pampered princess. She took another step and met with air. She screamed as she spun around and fell over a cliff.

“Penelope!” Ewan yelled.

But his voice seemed far away.

Her hair blinded her eyes, and she flailed her arms and legs. Air rushed up her shirt and pants. She clutched the sword then splashed into cool water. Energy soaked into her tired muscles, and her weariness lifted. She kicked to the surface to see fragrant flowers blooming around the pool. A small waterfall thumped steadily from a rocky embankment. She couldn’t help but laugh.

A huge splash sent droplets of water dropping on her head, and she turned around with gaiety.

Ewan burst through the water and tossed his head, swinging his thick red hair behind him. He swam over. Worry flickered in his eyes.

“Are ye well, lass?”

“Of course, I am. I’m in my element.”

His eyes widened, then confusion was replaced with something she suspected was desire. Despite the cool water, a hot flush rushed over her body.

He gave her a heart-stealing smile. “I can see that. Since I am not, I suggest we swim closer to shore.”

She laughed at thinking that her brave pirate was having difficulty keeping afloat, but to be fair, he was wounded. They reached the shallows. She could touch the bottom, and the pool came up to the top of her breasts. Ewan was taller, and the water lapped below his belly button. The mud on his broad chest had washed away, and she was more aware of his thickly muscled shoulders. Even the soiled bandage on his right shoulder couldn’t take away from his magnificence. She moved her gaze to the smoothness of his chest and the sculpted bands of hard flesh that flexed along his arms every time he made the slightest movement.

He picked up a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and his finger.

She raised her eyes to see a half-smile on his lips.

“Yer hair glows as bright as the moon. Yer eyes are brighter than the deep blue sea.” He dropped her hair. He ran his fingers down her shoulder, down her arm, and then traced the outline of her breast. “Yer skin is softer than lamb’s wool. I have never seen a woman so beautiful.”

“Not even your Wynda? Mariah told me about her.”

Sorrow flickered in his eyes, but then he blinked and ’twas gone. “Wynda was as beautiful as the moon, but ye are the sun that chases away the darkness.”

Tingles swept over her, and she couldn’t breathe. Heat surged through her, fanning through her body like the warming sun. She couldn’t take her eyes off his lips and was very aware that his hands could awaken a desire that she had long denied.

She met his passionate gaze. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“D’ye want me to?”

She licked her lips. Her cheeks heated at her desire. “Yes, I do. I want to see if my power grows or diminishes.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No,” she said shyly. “I like kissing you.”

“Then, I shall not disappoint ye.”

He clasped his fingers with hers and drew her to him. She looked up into his green eyes. She was amazed to find his nipples aroused and budded. He tilted his head and captured her lips while he moved his hand over her trembling body, stroking and soothing her arm. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it. She slid her hands up his chest to his thick neck, but this time, she was careful about bumping his shoulder.

Her eyes opened wide when he lifted her out the water and carried her to the edge of the waterfall, where pelts of water whooshed down her back. His lips left hers, and his mouth explored the crook of her neck, roaming at leisure, his moist tongue igniting a lust that she’d never experienced.

“Kiss me.”

He left her neck, and his mouth covered hers with an intense dominance that both terrified and tantalized her. His lips were hungry and demanding, moving hot and fierce over hers, like they’d been when he’d thirsted for her blood. The first time, she hadn’t enjoyed it, but this was different. She trembled and quaked, and her heart beat fast. Not in fear but with anticipation. She couldn’t lie to herself. When he was a vampire hungry for her, he’d terrified her, but as sexy pirate, he thrilled her. She couldn’t deny it.

But there was something else bubbling inside her––a raw, contained energy threatening to burst through her.

Ewan lowered his hand to the small of her lower back and eased her into the water, where she’d experienced another new sensation––his erection pushing against her feminine core. She was suddenly alive with raw, sensitive sensations. She’d never encountered such intimacy with a man and found that curiosity replaced any fear or shyness she possessed.

He watched intensely, as if waiting for an objection, but instead she gripped his biceps then arched her back. He didn’t hesitate and plundered her neck with his tongue, moving dangerously low to the valley of her breasts.

“Wait,” she panted. “I need to see if my powers have gotten stronger or weaker.”

He released a mournful groan. “How?”

She looked around the little pond and stretched out her arms toward the crackling, splattering waterfall. The energy burst through her like a storm. Her heart beat harder, her heart pumped faster, then her fingers tingled. A white ray blazed out of her fingertips and sizzled toward the waterfall. The water slowed and turned blue, then changed to sparkling ice.

“Oh, Poseidon!”

“Penelope.” His mouth dropped open. “Yer amazing.”

She swelled with pride. It meant her father had lied. But this meant something more––Ewan was her mate.

“Remember we have no secrets?”

“Aye,” he said suspiciously.

“This means something else.”

“What?”

“You are my mate. Once we mate, it can’t be undone. You have a choice.”

He sighed and turned his head. “I loved me Wynda.”

“I know you do.”

“But lately, it’s been harder to think about her when I’m around ye.”

She put her hand on his chest and could feel his pounding heart. “Just because we mate doesn’t mean you didn’t love her. She’ll always be a part of you, and part of her lives on in Catriona.”

He looked back at her, and tears rimmed around the corner of his eyes. “I know. But I promised her I wouldna be with anyone until Catriona reaches adulthood.”

“I know. Mariah told me. Ewan, even though I have never met Catriona, I will risk my life to protect her, because of you. Will you trust me?”

“Ye must promise me that if all goes wrong, ye’ll still save Catriona.”

“I swear I will.”

“Then tell her I love her. ’Tis been a month since I have seen her.”

“Why so long?”

“Penelope, I’m a vampire. How can a little girl love the undead?” He hung his head. “I’m too ashamed for her to know.”

“I thought you said you visited her a month ago?”

“I only come when she’s asleep and leave a red rose. Her favorite flower.”

Penelope touched his arm. Her heart broke for him. He tried so hard to protect his daughter. “Ewan––”

He pulled his arm away and was back to his stony face. “If we do this, ye’ll become more powerful?”

“Yes.”

“Powerful enough to defeat Zuto and save Catriona?”

“I hope so. I won’t lie to you. I might not be strong enough, but I’ll be stronger than I am.”

He studied the frozen waterfall. “Then let’s do this.”

’Twas not the answer she was hoping for and didn’t look forward to having a reluctant mate, but this was their only choice and her only way to save Catriona and her people.

She shed her shirt and tossed it over her head, leaving only her shift. “Love me, Ewan.”

He opened his mouth, but closed it when she bent over and stepped out of her trousers. She lightly threw them, and they lay crumpled next to her shirt.

He rubbed his thumb over her budded nipple. “Yer beautiful.”

This time, she surprised him and snaked her hand around his neck, pulling him toward her breast.

His reluctance vanished, and he took when she offered. He opened his mouth and suckled on her nipple, which pressed against the veiled shift. The sun’s rays reflected off the shimmering pool, but none of that mattered except for his velvety tongue on her greedy nipple. She threaded her fingers through his hair imprisoning on her breast. He suckled her, and she could barely breathe as rows of burning sensations rocked through her. She gasped when he moved his hand up her trembling thigh to stroke her feminine folds, then he inserted his finger. He moved it back and forth, slow at first, then as her passion stirred, he slid it faster, stirring her first orgasm. Her first wave of pleasure was fast and furious, and she screamed his name.

“Yer sleek and wet,” he murmured in her ear. “Spread yer legs and wrap your thighs around my waist.”

His Scottish timbre made her break out in gooseflesh, but she did as he asked.

“Take me.”

He wedged his hips between her thighs. His flesh was hard and full and pulsed with eagerness. He kissed her hard and long. In a smooth move, he lifted his hips and thrust deep inside her. She was astonished on how he filled her, filled her, filled her so full and tight and deep that she thought her heart would stop. When he moved, the delightful friction sent another an orgasm––bigger and stronger and longer than the first––rippling through Penelope. She followed his lead and matched his rhythm, shattering all pleasures she’d experienced before.

* * *

Ewan felt his body spasm as hard as hers. He knew she possessed a hidden passion that he awakened, but he was amazed at his own response. His legs shook, and his breath was ragged. She was supple and slick, taking him deeper into her tight core. He was losing himself inside her. He was surprised over how muscular her legs were. Each time he slammed his hips into her soft core he could feel the poison within him withering and dying. She was more powerful than he’d realized. No wonder Zuto wanted her.

At her murmured, small cries of passion, he arched his back, and with one powerful thrust, his release came swift and deep. He held her trembling body against his.

At every turn, Penelope turned the chess pieces on him like when she’d slashed through the jungle with his sword. He could tell her muscles were spent and she was out of breath, but she didn’t give up. Despite having the powers of ice and snow, she was hot and passionate. He could never get enough of her.

They panted together in the water, clinging to each other. He looked into her deep blue eyes that melted his heart. “I always knew ye were special––yer a warrior princess.”

Before she could answer, he captured her mouth with his, sealing any protest with a possessive kiss. He held her close, marking her as his.

Chapter 20

Penelope clutched him tight, not believing what she’d heard. He pulsed slowly inside her. Her body shook from their love making, and her sensitive skin was chaffed from his kisses. Her legs quivered as she had them locked around his hips. Her sweet release had left her spent and satisfied––more than satisfied. Tingles skimmed over her body, and she felt like she could dance on the waves. The energy soared through her. But ’twasn’t the love-making that put her in such a giddy move and made her heart flutter ’twas what had he’d said.

No one had ever called her a warrior princess.

Pampered––yes.

Helpless––yes.

Awkward––yes.

But a warrior? Never.

Her heart swelled. Ewan looked at her like no one ever had. She hadn’t been able to believe in herself until him. She pressed her fingers across his massive chest which was sleek with sweat. His breath was as ragged as hers.

He broke off the kiss, then tilted her chin. “Yer skin is glowing.”

“My power has grown, Ewan. I am stronger. I am ready to take on Zuto.”

He frowned. “Ye havena tested it.”

“You once said there are no second chances with Zuto and Palmer. This is it. We can’t wait any longer. Too many lives are at stake.”

“But we have to be sure. Aye, ye froze a waterfall, but now ye’ll be going up against the powers of Coaybay.”

“I know. I’m not afraid.”

“Ye should be lass.”

His doubt in her made her doubt herself, but she couldn’t wallow in it.

Gun fire exploded. Penelope sucked in her breath, and fear shattered her indecision. She unwound her legs.

More gun fire blasted through their stolen moment of paradise. The tops of the palm trees burst into flames. Colorful birds flew into the air, screaming in protest and terror. The smell of sulfur doused the fresh scent of jungle flowers and foliage.

Ewan grabbed her hand. “I recognized those cannons. ’Tis the Fiery Damsel.” He gripped her shoulders. “Ye have to hide.”

“No.”

“Just until yer sure strong enough to face Zuto. I can draw them off.”

Gooseflesh broke out on her shivering arms. “Ewan, you’re going to have to trust me.” She couldn’t hide the panic in her voice.

He lifted her trembling chin and rubbed his thumb over her quivering lips. “No, I am yer mate and I’m telling ye, yer not ready yet. If yer not strong enough, Catriona will die. Going off half-cocked isn’t going to save her.” He kissed her and threaded his fingers in her damp hair.

His doubt in her made her want to prove him wrong. She gripped his muscular arms, drawing on his strength.

A cannonball screamed. They broke off the kiss. A flowering bush burst into flames near their pond. Pink petals and green leaves fractured into tiny pieces. Penelope flinched from the heat and turned her head.

“That was so close,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Aye. I fear Zuto has something to do with this. We have to move.”

They swam to the side of the pool and climbed out. A loud shriek made them both whirl around. The top of palm trees near the beach rustled as if something had brushed past them.

She gripped his arm. “What was that?”

A vein trembled in his cheek. “I dona know.”

“Do you think it was the time spider?”

“No, but something’s not right.” He kissed the crown of her head, then turned his mouth to her ear. “Hurry and get dressed.”

Another shriek propelled her into action.

She quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her wet shift. It stuck to her like a second skin, but she didn’t care. She grabbed her trousers to put them on, but her wet leg got caught in the material. She hopped around like a jackrabbit. She pulled hard, then lost her balance, nearly falling to the side. Something ripped. Tears of frustration swelled in her eyes, and she was breathing hard. She remembered how Ronan and Angelica had gotten caught making love at a similar pool, and her sister had been forced to go on board the Fiery Damsel naked. She didn’t want to share her sister’s same fate.

A soft laugh calmed her jitters. She suddenly realized that the guns had stopped firing.

“Here let me help ye before ye dance right back into the pool.”

She stopped twirling around like a whirlpool. He put his arm around her slender waist and she could inhale his masculine strength. He lifted her off the ground and gently tugged on her trousers, surprisingly not tearing the wet fabric.

He kissed briefly on the lips. “Ye look like a tempting pirate wench.”

“I’d rather be mistaken for a man so I could take them by surprise and freeze their souls.”

“Only a fool would think ye were a man.”

She basked in his compliment and couldn’t help but blush at the promise of passion in his eyes. She quaked at the thought of his touch that would lead her to another row of passion. She wiped her sweaty hands on her grass-stained trousers and forced herself to stay focused on the danger.

Ewan took her hand. “Stay close.” He led her toward the jungle.

A mournful screech caught her breath as if an animal was wounded.

Hope bloomed in Penelope’s heart. “Is that the spider? Maybe the Soaring Phoenix hurt it.”

“No. ‘Tis something different.” Ewan stopped and released her hand. A deep frown crossed his face. “I know that cry. ’Tis not a spider. ’Tis a dragon.”

She clasped his arm. “What?”

“I’m not sure, but I think that was Leif’s cry. If he’s down, then the Fiery Damsel must be close by. Ye need to go deeper into the jungle.”

“No. He’s Isabella’s mate. She’ll be broken-hearted if something happens to him. I can help.”

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Dona ye understand? They’re using him as bait to trap ye.” He abruptly dropped his hands. “Go now, before ‘tis too late.”

She stumbled and fell on one knee. Tears welled in her eyes. He’d been so tender and caring only a few minutes before in the pool, but now, he was being a domineering mate.

She looked over her shoulder and saw him disappear into the jungle, heading for the mournful cry. He was dead wrong if he thought she was going to hide in the jungle like a cuddle fish––that girl was gone.

She cracked her neck and then her fingers. Ewan had said he’d believed in her before. Maybe he’d believe in her again.

She stood and dusted the dirt off her hands onto her trousers. She skulked into the jungle to follow Ewan. Dense leaves and branches helped hide her, but they would help conceal her enemies as well.

The going was slow and tough, because she had to stop to listen for the slightest crunch of a twig or leaf to not be taken by surprise. She had no weapons and no one to defend her––only her budding power to rely on, but she was ready. She had to be ready.

The air turned hot and heavy, and she labored to breathe. Her dress stuck to her skin, and she wiped the sweat off her brow with her sleeve. Bugs buzzed and creaked around her ear. Her feet sank into the moist dirt and soggy leaves, but every time she stepped on a twig and it broke, her heart stopped. She held her breath, afraid Ewan would burst through the dense jungle and catch her.

Then twigs and leaves snapped and crunched as if an army approached.

The trampling of heavy footsteps surrounded her. She threw herself on the ground. There was a nearby log that was shaded by ferns. She crawled over to it, digging her fingers into the mud. She rolled under the fern leaves just as the men came to where she’d stood only a few moments before. She lay perfectly still and held her breath.

“Palmer said the wench is in this foul jungle,” a male voice said.

She heard a loud slap and gasped, then froze, cursing herself for allowing her fear to squash her bravery. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure they would find her. She had told Ewan she was ready to face Zuto, but how could she when was too afraid to face two crew members of the Fiery Damsel?

“Damn bugs! Let’s find the wench and leave this place before I lose more blood.”

The tension in her muscles eased as she thought she’d escaped discovery, but it quickly died.

“Look footprints,” a gruff voice said.

“Aye,” the other agreed. “’Tis too big for a lass.”

“How do you know how big she is? For all you know, she could be an ample girl like her sister. When we find her, we strip her down, says I. Palmer didn’t say we couldn’t have a little fun.”

Undeniable fear shook through Penelope. Palmer’s men hadn’t raped Angelica because Zuto needed her to mate with Ronan. But he obviously hadn’t given the same orders regarding her.

She wished Ewan or Leif or William would swoop down and kill these two bastards. But she was alone and had to rely on herself or become a victim.

A black boot sank into the mud next to her hand. She tried to calm the tidal wave of panic flooding through her. She slid her hand underneath the log.

’Twas a stupid mistake.

“I’ve found the minx.”

Strong fingers clawed at her hair and dragged her off the ground. Too scared to scream, she beat his arm and kicked as hard as she could, but she only hit air.

He laughed. “She’s got a bit too much spirit for my taste.”

His hot breath rolled over her face, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his lustful red eyes. The sun’s rays flickered off his gold earring that dangled from one ear.

He put a blade underneath her chin, then he ogled her wet shirt.

“That there shirt looks uncomfortable. How’s bout I make you more comfortable and get you out of them wet clothes?” He licked his lips.

A sword slashed through the leaves, and a third man arrived. Unlike the other two, he wore no shirt and had a tattoo of a family crest on his thick bicep. Penelope couldn’t tell what it was and didn’t care. She had three burly pirates threatening to take turns with her.

The third man frowned. “Ye bloody ejits, what the devil are ye doin’ to the poor lass?”

The one holding her sneered, “Same thing ye want to do to her, Phearson. Ye need to wait ye turn.”

The man called Phearson shoved the masturbating pirate. “She’s not to be touched, ye scallywags. Palmer wants her brought to the beach now.”

His Scottish burr reminded her of Ewan.

Ewan had said she needed to test her new powers. Well, her test had just been ordered.

Gibbons shook his head. “Palmer gave no such order. Why are ye now acting like a condemning parson? This has never bothered you before.”

Phearson pulled out his pistol “I––”

The disgusting pirate hit Phearson hard in the temple. His eyes shuttered shut, and he fell to the side. Penelope’s hope of having an ally died.

The other pirate shoved his pistol back into his belt, then grabbed his crotch. “Hurry, Gibbons, before Phearson’s wakes up or Palmer hollers for us to bring her back. I’ve not been with a whore for three long months.”

He was actually unbuckling his belt.

When the man named Gibbons sliced her shirt to reveal her wet shift, something snapped inside her. Mariah, Hannah, and Ewan’s faces flashed in her mind, and their faith in her sparked a courage she didn’t know she possessed. She glared at the sneering bastard and slammed her palm onto his arm.

He looked at her strangely. Not knowing if it would work or not, she drew on her new discovered energy. Tingles shook through her, and her heart pounded stronger and fiercer.

Penelope lifted her chin and aimed all of her power at Gibbons. “Stay away from me, you filthy wretch.”

The tip of Gibbon’s sword frosted over and cracked, then the silver frost slowly crawled up his arm, turning his sleeve, flesh, and hair to an icy blue.

He dropped the sword. “Paddy, my arm’s done gone numb.” He glared. “Bitch, what have you done to me?” His red shirt turned white as if he had rolled in snow, and the color spread across his body until even the pistol tucked in his belt had turned white.

With his trousers down around his knees, Paddy pointed. “Gibbons––your hair.”

The tips of Gibbons’ black hair turned white, and his skin turned blue. He opened his mouth, but his words died on his lips as he was frozen solid.

“Gibbons!” Paddy cried out as he tried to pull up his pants. He went for his pistol.

Penelope was trembling, and her arm hung limp at her side. The power diminished as fast as it had expanded. Emptiness filled her heart, but she wasn’t done yet. She snagged a log, and with all of her might, swung it at Paddy’s head.

Lucky for her, he was her height. She hit him in the temple, and he fell to the side and smashed his head on a rock.

His eyes closed, and he passed out.

Penelope wasn’t a fool. They were vampires and would awaken soon. Or at least, Paddy would. Gibbons hadn’t even blinked. She dropped the log and stared at her trembling hands. Ewan was right. Physical intimacy with her mate increased her powers not diminished them. Freezing a vampire proved it. She’d passed the test.

She couldn’t stay here. If she was found, she didn’t believe she’d be able to repeat what she’d done to Gibbons. Maybe she needed time to regenerate her power.

Trying not to run around in panic, she took a shaky breath and moved. Weariness gripped her, and all she wanted to do was to lie down and sleep. She thought about going back to the pond to replenish her mermaid power, but then she suddenly realized ’twas not water that rejuvenated her ’twas Ewan. She needed to find him and kiss him or at least touch him.

The trees grew less dense, and she could hear the soft waves of her beloved ocean. There was a ship anchored off shore. She wished ’twas a small frigate, but ’twas the dreaded Spanish carrack. The Fiery Damsel was anchored a several feet from the shoreline. She shivered. Who knew how many pirates were on the island searching for her? If Palmer was here, then the evil creature had to be nearby––watching, waiting, scheming.

Her next test would be much stronger than the last––one that she might not survive. But she had to try. She’d promised Ewan she would try.

“Ye, bloody traitor! Where is she?”

A cruel hard voice melted Penelope’s courage.

But she couldn’t turn tail and run now. Her legs trembling and her knees knocking together, she forced herself to move and hid in a flowery bush, hoping it gave her enough coverage.

Through the leaves, she could make out figures on the beach. She sucked in her breath and covered her mouth. Two burly pirates held Leif, Isabella’s mate. A harpoon pierced his chest, cutting through muscle and bone. Blood dripped down his torso and his legs. He hung his head, and his long dark hair was matted.

Palmer stood in front of Leif with his hand raised high over his head. “Tell me, where is she, ye bastard?”

Leif mumbled something, but he was too far away and his voice too soft.

Palmer growled and slammed his fist into Leif’s jaw. He flew out of the men’s hands and landed on the beach in a crumpled huddle of flesh.

Hate brew inside of Penelope. The man was such a beast and should be struck down. She couldn’t let Palmer kill Leif, not with Isabella pregnant and with a little one on the way.

Palmer pushed the two men who were reaching for Leif out of the way. He kicked Leif in the stomach. “Answer me, ye bloody fool. Where’s the bitch?”

Penelope was about to step out of the foliage when a familiar voice froze her.

“Someplace where ye’ll never find her, ye stinking devil.”

She groaned as Ewan stepped out of the jungle with his sword drawn.

“Prepare to meet Maketabori, Palmer.”

Chapter 21

Ewan met Palmer’s steely glare and hoped to God that Penelope had done what he’d asked and fled deep into the jungle. If she had any sense at all, she’d swim back to her father. He scanned the deep blue horizon and didn’t see a hint of the dreaded beastie.

The only beast here was Quinton Palmer. A scrawny, tall man and a grizzled one held each of Leif’s arms. He hadn’t fared well. His face was bruised and swollen. The harpoon in his chest dripped blood every time he took a breath. Traitors never fared well, and Palmer would never forgive Leif for switching loyalties to the Phoenix.

Ewan tilted his head toward Leif. “Let him go. He doesna know where she is.”

Palmer rubbed his chin. His left eye leaked down his cheek, but his right eye was perceptive and could sense the tiniest flicker of panic. He turned the corners of his mouth up into a demonic smile that tested Ewan’s resolve not to give into fear.

“Ewan Kelley.” He spread his arms wide. “Imagine finding ye here. I have someone who is very special to ye. She’s a guest on Zuto’s island.”

He was baiting Ewan to make a rash move. Anger flared through Ewan, and his hand shook as he held the sword. “Ye’ll find that landing here was a mistake, ye filthy cur.”

“That’s a bold fast lie.” He lowered his arms. His smile went south, and he narrowed his right eye. “I don’t take to liars.”

Ewan gripped the end of his sword with both hands. “Yer going to die for taking my wee girl. Leif doesna have anything to do with this, Palmer. The fight is between ye and me.”

Palmer broke out into another cold laugh. He put his hands on his hips and arched his back, then shook his head. “Yer a fool, Ewan Kelley. Yer daughter is maimed and a burden on society.”

“Like ye.”

“Think what ye like, Kelley, but yer daughter’s as good as dead. As for Leif, he’s a turn coat and will soon find himself in my dungeon.”

Ewan could see Leif’s cheek twitch and his shoulders slump. The two men released him, and he dropped onto the sand. More than one member of the Phoenix’s crew had found themselves locked and tortured in Palmer’s chambers of terror. None of them had ever forgotten the pain and endless hunger. So far, Ewan had escaped Palmer’s clutches, and he wouldn’t let Leif become Palmer’s next victim.

Or let his little girl die on Zuto’s island.

Palmer unleashed his sword and pointed it at Ewan. “I think ye fancy the mermaid like this poor sap did her sister.” He lifted his heel and smashed it into the middle of Leif’s forehead.

Leif cried out and tried to push Palmer’s foot off his face, but Palmer only smiled at his attempt and smashed his heel deeper. Leif moaned and his arms fell to his side.

“Ewan…run.” He groaned. Blood gushed out his nose and formed a small line splitting his face in two, like a cracked boulder in a ravine.

Ewan rushed over to Palmer with his sword high over his head. “Palmer, ye heartless demon.”

Palmer faced him and laughed. “You’re a sapless fop, Kelley.” He pointed his sword toward the sea. “Did you think I came here alone?”

As if on command, the time spider emerged from the sea like a black wave and screeched. Water spilled off its metallic body and splashed into the sea. It's six remaining shiny eyes stared at Ewan with pure hatred, making his heart clench. ’Twas full of rage. Obviously, the time spider hadn't forgotten he’d stabbed it in the abdomen.

Palmer walked around him, waving his sword, cutting off any escape as the deadly creature crawled onto the beach.

The two pirates on the beach snagged Leif’s arms and hauled him to his feet. Blood dripped from the cut on his forehead where Palmer had stomped him. Crimson was smeared underneath his nose and mouth, looking like his face had split in half.

“Ewan, run… while…you can.” He panted, then spat out bloody spittle, staining the white beach. His eyes were filled with fear. “That…beastie will kill you.”

“You’ve nowhere to run, Kelley,” Palmer said as he stepped closer. He tilted his head at his men.

One of them took out a blade and held it under Leif’s neck, forcing him to lean his head way back. “The beast wants to have another round with you, Kelley. Try and turn tail and run, and the yellowed-livered cod fish will have his throat slit.”

Ewan wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his sword and faced the foul spider. It approached him cautiously. Its jaws clamped back and forth, and saliva spilled onto the beach. It spewed out a silver strand that wrapped around Ewan’s sword, then it yanked hard, ripping the weapon out of his hands. It flew through the air and ripped leaves as it disappeared into the dark jungle.

His heart sank. There would be no way he could retrieve it. Not unless he wanted to be minus one dragon.

Behind him, Palmer chuckled. “Prepare to die, Kelley. Just to let you know, Zuto wants the girl brought back to his island, then he’ll have the spider bite her. Then he kills yer daughter for ye interfering with his plans”

Ewan fought to stay calm, but it was becoming harder. It was his turn to taunt Palmer. “Doesna trust ye to fulfill yer command? Must be hard to always be the failure.”

Palmer’s face turned beet red, and he narrowed his eyes. “Pray you die quickly.”

“And I ye,” Ewan said, refusing to show the slightest bit of fear, but his insides tightened as he remembered what the spider had done to him. Zuto would do far more to his little girl.

The creature stuck one long leg into the sand. Its black shadow slowly covered him as if night had returned.

Sweat trickled down Ewan’s face, and he stared into the spider’s eyes, seeing his own death. He was weaponless and vulnerable. His vampire powers were no match for the creature. Being ripped apart wasn’t his idea of a grand death. He just hoped it would be quick.

“I am here, Palmer. Call off the beast.” Penelope stepped out from two palm trees.

Ewan’s eyes widened. She held his sword in her slender hands. Except for her curly blond hair, he would have thought she was Hannah. “Let both of them go.”

The smile faded from Palmer’s face, and he pointed his sword at her. “And if I don’t, lass?”

She raised Ewan’s sword. “Then you’ll live to regret it.”

“Do you even know how to use that?” Palmer asked as he walked toward her.

Ewan shook his head. “Penelope! No! What are ye doing?”

She met his gaze. “Saving your’s and Leif’s life.”

“Isabella…wouldn’t…want this,” Leif gasped.

“Isabella wouldn’t want the father of her child to be a spider’s meal, either,” she countered as she faced Palmer.

The time spider turned away from Ewan and hurried toward her. Obviously, it thought victory was at hand, but it underestimated his little snow queen.

She lifted her palm, and a flash of ice hit Palmer’s feet, freezing them into the beach.

He howled with rage and gripped the hilt of his sword, then stabbed the ice. “Release me, you bitch.”

The spider spit out another strand.

Ewan ran toward her, drawing on vampire speed. “Penelope, get down!”

She dropped onto the sand, still holding onto the weapon. The strand whisked over her head, tore away leaves, and split a palm tree in half. The palms on top of the tree fluttered then it slowly tipped back and forth. Its shadow grew as it fell.

Penelope screamed and rolled in the sand, trying to escape, still clinging to his sword. He stretched out his hands to grab her arm. His fingers brushed her sleeve. He snatched her, and she gripped his arms tight.

“Kiss me,” she said.

“What––?”

She silenced him with a desperate kiss that stole his breath, her tongue searching the recesses of his mouth. Passion flared in his heart, but this wasn’t the time to indulge in a good-bye kiss, and he pushed her away.

She cried out.

The palm tree swooshed past his shoulder, and leaves hit him in the face. He brushed them away to see Penelope crawling to her feet her eyes huge.

“No!” She yelled as she ran toward his discarded sword. Her hair hung in her face, and he couldn’t figure out what she was rebelling against.

Palmer smiled sinisterly. “Ye’ll never make it, wench.”

“Ewan, look out!”

He whirled around at Leif’s frightened voice.

He looked over his shoulder and cursed. The time spider loomed over him. Its saliva dripped and landed on his face. He hadn’t even heard it approach with his pounding heart and fear for Penelope.

He stretched his arm out toward Penelope. “Hand me my sw––”

Excruciating agony seized him.

He released a bellowing scream, and blood poured out of his mouth. The time spider dug its fangs deeper into his flesh, slicing through bone and muscle. But something oozed into his body––poison. ’Twas as if scalding fire pumped through his veins. Energy drained from him as if the creature drew on his vampire powers.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think.

He couldn’t move.

All he could do was inhale the spider’s stench of evil and salt water. He beat on the creature’s fangs, but he was so weak he barely could make a fist.

“Let him go!”

Penelope’s strong voice steered through his pain. He opened his mouth to tell her to leave, but only gurgled. Blood coughed up his throat.

The spider screeched and flung him through the air. He landed in the sea, water washing over him, swooshing his blood around in the surf.

“Ewan!”

Penelope’s voice was full of terror.

He wanted to rush to her, but he couldn’t move. He drew on his power, but he didn’t feel the slightest tingle. His muscles turned rigid and hard. He couldn’t even move a finger.

Shite, the spider’s venom had paralyzed him. Everything––including his voice. All he could do was helplessly watch her.

Penelope swung his sword at the beast’s legs repeatedly. “You killed him. You killed him. I hate you. Die. Die!” She repeated over and over with each thrust. Her curly hair flew around her with each strike.

The spider shrieked and jumped on the sand. She raised her palm, and ice fired at the beast. It spun around as its hard shell froze.

His heart sank to the sea. Penelope was so consumed by her fury that she’d forgotten about Palmer. He had finally broken free and stalked toward her. He had his sword high over his head.

Ewan tried to scream, but he couldn’t get either his mouth or tongue to move. Sea water rolled into his mouth, and he couldn’t even gag. Lord, he was going to drown and watch his new mate be raped or killed.

“Penelope,” Leif cried out.

“Shut yer mouth, cur,” the scrawny pirate said, holding him. He pulled out his sword and stabbed Leif in the gut. Leif gurgled, then went silent. Saliva and blood trickled down his chin and splattered on to his chest. Both men released him, and he toppled onto the ground where he lay motionless.

“Good riddance,” the other grizzled man said, then kicked Leif in the gut. He shook his foot. “Damn, done got my boot stained.”

“Let’s leave him.” The other one eyed the spider nervously. “Before that thing turns on us.”

Ewan wanted to yell at the bastards to leave Leif alone, but he was as helpless as a stillborn lamb.

Palmer struck Penelope with the butt of his sword, and she yelped before she fell. Ewan’s sword fell at her feet.

Hate filled Ewan, and Palmer was as good as dead. Ewan drew on all of his vampire power.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The pulsing thought sent energy surging through him. He willed himself to stand and tried to move his muscles––any muscle––but all he could do was spit out sea water.

His heartbeat slowed, and surprisingly, tears seeped out of his eyes as he watched Palmer throw Penelope over his shoulders. The dreaded time spider followed him like a pet dog.

The rest of the crew crept out of the jungle like cockroaches and got into the longboats, leaving him and Leif to die.

Chapter 22

Zuto sat in a grass hut that he had specifically built on this side of the island for his new prisoner––Catriona Kelley. He hoped Natasa would not venture over here and spoil his plans. Thick foliage covered the hut, and unless she was looking close, she wouldn’t notice it. Besides, Natasa hated flying bugs and preferred sandy beaches.

The sun lowered into the ocean and twilight beckoned. He had a fire pit and the flames flickered on Catriona’s freckled face. She had Ewan Kelley’s same hair color and eyes.

“I have to leave shortly again and won’t be back until dawn.” He handed her a wooden bowl of fruit. “Here, eat.”

She slowly put down the raggedy doll that she clutched to her chest and reached for the bowl as if she could see. “Thank ye. Where are ye goin’? Can I come with ye?”

For such a small child, he was amazed how attuned her hearing was. She intrigued him. “How did you know where the bowl was?”

“I could smell it.” She moved her nose along the bowl and pulled out a banana, then peeled it. “Ye didna answer me question. I dona wanna to stay here.”

“You’ll be safe here I promise.” He stroked her silky red hair, and like always, she didn’t recoil. No one had allowed him to show any affection without wanting something from him. He never thought of himself as being a father, but she had melted some of the anger in his heart. He actually wanted to protect her. “As I have told you before, I have to meet someone evil.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have a choice.” He choked on the bitterness of those words. “No matter what you hear, you stay here.”

“Is it me Pa?”

Her voice was so small he actually thought about hugging her. What was happening to him? He’d never thought about doing this with any other child.

“Why do you think he’s evil?” If Ewan had ever left a mark on her, he would wish he’d never been born.

She lowered her head. “I dona know. He never comes to see me. He doesna love me.”

“Then he’s a fool. I have only known you for a short time and I have grown quite fond of you.” Surprisingly, that was the truth. Catriona had only been here a few short days, but she’d brightened his bleak world. What was wrong with Ewan Kelley for abandoning his own child? If he’d been watching over her or had her on board the Phoenix, Palmer would have never found her.

“I must leave. The sun has set.” He lifted her chin. “You will stay here.”

His voice came out stronger than he intended, and she winced.

A tear ran down her chubby cheek. He released her. She grabbed the doll and buried her face in its red curls that matched her own. “I want me grammy.”

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that Palmer had slit her throat. Using his most patient voice, he said, “Catriona, I will not hurt you.” Not unless her father forced his hand. He liked Catriona, but not enough to remain imprisoned on this cursed island.

“I will return at dawn. If you venture out, you will be killed. Do you understand?”

She raised her head. Her lower lip trembled, and his gut tightened over her frightening her, but it was true. If Natasa found her, she’d kill her. Natasa believed only the strong should survive.

“I promise.”

He softly shut the door and left to go see Natasa. So far Catriona had obeyed him. But this was an island. There wasn’t anywhere he couldn’t find her.

Several degrading hours later, Zuto lay next to Natasa on a hammock, naked. ’Twas the last place he wanted to be. It slowly swayed between two palm trees. Over Natasa’s tousled hair, he watched the moonlight glisten off the black ocean. All he could think about was escaping from this dreaded island. If only the time spider and Palmer could find the simpering wench, Penelope, he wouldn’t be trapped and forced to endure Natasa’s touch.

Pain stung his back where she’d scratched her fingernails, but what was worse was the throbbing misery on his shoulders. Her demands in lovemaking left him feeling used and spent.

Natasa raised her head. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

There was only one answer she wanted to hear, but he was tired of being compliant and decided to wipe the satisfaction off her smug face. “Why do you ask me something when you already know the answer?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you insist on being punished?”

The disappointment in her voice gave him a small victory, but he wasn’t done yet. He refused to plead for mercy. “Do your worst.”

“As you command,” she hissed. Quicker than a mosquito, she straddled his legs and impaled herself on his flesh. “Move.”

His empty victory gone, he gritted his teeth, but did as she asked. He thrust his hips up hard, wishing she’d fall off the hammock, but he had no such luck. She played with her nipples then licked her lips. He didn’t like the predatory look in her eyes. She reminded him of a slave trader ready to exact a humiliation on his property.

He hoped Catriona stayed in the hut, but even if she ventured out, she wouldn’t see this disgusting display of dominance. However, the sounds of grunts and groans and hisses and slaps would be enough to make a grown man wince.

Natasa tilted her head back and curled back her lips, revealing razor sharp fangs. He braced himself for more agony. She arched her back, then she slapped her body onto him. Jagged incisors cut and ripped into his already tender flesh. Fierce pain seized him, and he clamped his jaw tight. She sucked hard, slurping like a drunken sailor. He counted backward and stuck his arms to his side to keep from shoving her off. She absorbed his soul, punishing him for challenging her and stealing his last remaining dignity.

He clutched the hammock as hard as he could. Wetness dribbled down his shoulder and onto his chest. She sat back on his hips and wiped the blood off her chin with the back of her hand. She licked the crimson off, turning her lips dark red. She moaned, “Mm, so good.”

She arched her back and purred as she plunged herself down on him again and again. Zuto kept her furious pace, wishing he had the power to raise the sun, but the sun took its stubborn time in showing its yellow face.

“Yes, yes!” she screamed. Her release was fast and furious. She rolled off him. “I’m still not done yet, slave.” Her nails lengthened until they were dagger sharp. “This can all stop, if you will tell the time spider to stop spinning its web.”

“No.”

“You’ll pay for disobeying me. ‘Tis Maketabori’s law.”

Zuto panted hard and kept his face wooden, not moving a single muscle. He tried to look bored, but he couldn’t still his pounding heart.

Natasa smiled. “You can’t fool me, lover.” She laughed shrilly.

Shivers ran down his spine. She spread herself on top of him, and he braced himself for more misery. She opened her mouth again, and this time bit him hard on his nipple and dug her nails into his biceps. Pain nearly stopped his thundering heart. He focused on the horizon, willing the stubborn sun to rise.

But he had to endure hours of anguish before the sun’s rays peered over the horizon. He’d grown weaker and could barely move or breathe. Natasa had drained so much blood he felt his skin becoming stretched and thin. Not caring about what she’d do to him, he drew on his last remaining power and mustered the strength to shove her off. She scrambled to her feet and held her claws out. Blood dripped down her chin onto her breasts. She rushed toward him.

He winced.

But she never made it. The sunlight touched her naked body, and she shrieked with rage as she disappeared.

Tomorrow night it would be another night of torture, but he didn’t care.

He tumbled out of the blood-soaked hammock and landed on his gut. He lay there struggling to breathe. Sunlight chased the chill from his bones, and he crawled toward the beach. He wanted to wash her feminine stench from his body. Salt water would sting, but at least he would be clean and would smell of the sea.

The warm sand coated his stomach and caked into his wounds. All he cared about was getting to the water. His power was spent. She’d taken so much blood, too much blood. He was even more determined that she’d be trapped in time. He couldn’t endure this torture twenty-four hours a day. He’d had to get free.

He rested to catch his breath, but the cool salt air called to him. Determination pulsed through him, and he dug his shaking hands into the sand and inched toward the rolling surf.

The first wave washed over him, taking away the filth and sand and blood, but it stung his wounds. He lay in the water until he couldn’t smell her and could only smell fish. Warm sunlight bathed his bruised and bloodied body.

Something tingled through him. Something powerful was coming.

He pushed himself to a sitting position and caught the sight of white sails of the Fiery Damsel.

Bubbles bloomed in the waves, then his precious time spider emerged. Water dripped off its shell and it rushed toward him. Eagerness and excitement flickered in its eight eyes.

Zuto forced himself to give his pet a smile. “You found her, didn’t you?”

The spider clicked its jaws in an answer. He raised his shaking hand and patted its prickly leg. “Well done, boy. Well done.”

Now, he had both the mermaid and the girl. The noose was closing around Ewan Kelley and the crew of the Soaring Phoenix. Soon, Hannah would be in the hands of Maketabori and he’d be free.

He put both his palms down behind him and waited for the fool Palmer to bring Penelope to him. Despite being in agony, today would be the best day of his life. He licked his swollen lips, tasting freedom.

Not wanting to appear weak, he pushed himself onto his feet and leaned against his pet for his well-deserved prize.

Chapter 23

Ewan counted the stars overhead––anything to try and forget the pain. His heart beat quickly, as if trying to battle the poison, while his body was sleek with sweat. Not even the cool night air or the water gushing over him could ease the inferno growing hotter and hotter inside him.

The sun had set long ago, and Penelope had left with the Fiery Damsel while he lay here helpless. Fear and sorrow filled him. Even with her wintery power, she’d never survive. Zuto was powerful and desperate and would think of nothing of draining her completely.

Ewan stopped trying to get his lips to move to call out for Leif. If Leif was alive he could get word to Kane to go to Zuto’s island to save Penelope. But all Ewan could manage to do was spit out the sea water that kept gushing into his mouth, threatening to drown him.

Leif hadn’t as much as groaned. He feared the dragon was dead.

He tried to move his head for the twenty-ninth time, but ’twas as if it was nailed to the beach. As much as agony that was pulsing through his body and the stiffness, he swore he’d been crucified.

He concentrated on breathing in and out. He couldn’t fall asleep. He was afraid if he did, he’d never wake up. Penelope needed him. The world would be a colder and emptier place without her. Her frozen beauty and strong will helped him endure the pain. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to care for the lass, and now at the thought of losing her, a hollowness filled his heart. Every instinct told him her time was short. She wouldn’t live through the night.

He needed help. He closed his eyes and prayed.

Raphael, if you can hear me, please save Penelope. I know I’m dying. I tried to go on the path ye set me upon, but I wasna strong enough. I should not have interfered. Maybe Kane would have been strong enough. All I could think of was Penelope. She’s stolen my heart. I’d do anything for her. Punish me if ye must, but do not allow her light to be doused.

“Open your eyes, Ewan.”

Ewan’s heart leapt at the voice. Raphael sat next to him on the beach with his arms wrapped around his legs, staring out at the black sea. His golden aura illuminated the beach, and ’twas as if night had turned to day. Ewan grimaced since he was unable to shield his eyes. He bet ships would be able to spot the light from nautical miles away. Lord, let Kane see it. Or better yet, William.

Ewan tried to say something, but the dratted poison had locked his jaw. All he could do was release a pitiful grunt.

Raphael turned. “Ewan, you have done what I have asked. The poison is inside you, but you are not done yet. You must have the time spider spew its sticky strand on you then cut yourself and allow the blood to coat the string. This will show you what time your loved ones are trapped in.” He smiled. “The other one is harder. You must mix your blood with Zuto’s. Remember forgiveness is key.”

If he could have, Ewan would have frowned. He willed for the archangel to heal him, but Raphael hadn’t as much as lifted a finger.

“Don’t you think I can read your thoughts?” the archangel said. “As I have told you before, the task is not an easy one.” He slowly stood and brushed the sand off his trousers. “But have hope, Ewan. Help is here. For you”––he glanced over his shoulder––“and for Leif.”

“I will be watching you,” he said. “Call for me when you have accomplished your feat. I can help you no more.”

With that, the archangel faded into the darkness, and only the faint glow of the moon cast any light onto the beach. Help? He must have missed something, because he didn’t remember the archangel helping him.

Something moving fast blocked out the silver quarter moon, and the sound of flapping of wings filled his gut with dread. Ewan cursed. Grand, thanks to Raphael, he was now going to be a feast for the fiends of the Fiery Damsel. Why didn’t they just bring both him and Leaf on board rather than leaving them behind?

But then what did it matter? They would both be dead.

The clomp of something hard on the beach elicited another silent swear from him. Hard footsteps plopped on the sand. He waited for Palmer or another one of his filthy swine to taunt him before he was killed.

“Mon Dieu, Leif, Ewan!”

Ewan had never been so glad to hear that sweet French accent.

Mariah knelt next to him. “William, I do not know if he is alive.” She put her slender hand over his mouth. “Where is Penelope? I do not see her.”

Ewan stared at her, trying to tell her what happened, but she continued to fret over him instead of listening. He could only blink, but ’twas so dark, he doubted she noticed his paltry attempt to communicate.

“Leif’s unconscious, but he has a faint pulse,” William answered. “I need to get him to Doc. The harpoon is deep into his chest. He’s lost a lot of blood. It would be better if he was in dragon form when we remove it. I don’t think I should remove the spear here. Doc will know what to do.”

Ewan winced at the worry in his voice. He must be thinking that Leif might not survive.

“We will come back for Ewan’s body later. Right now, we have to attend to Leif.”

Shite, they thought he was dead, which wasn’t far off. Ewan heard the crunch of bone and muscle as William transferred back into a dragon. Panic fluttered inside him. He had to do something to convince them that he was alive.

Ewan drew on all of his power and he sucked in air, then pushed it out. ’Twas nothing more than a tiny puff, but ’twas enough to change Mariah’s face from a sad frown to a bright smile.

“Mère de Dieu! He is alive!”

William shrieked.

Mariah shook her head. “Take Leif back to the ship. I will stay with Ewan.”

A low growl emitted from William.

Mariah glared, then pointed. “Do not take the growl with me, William O’Brien. Take poor Leif to the ship. I will not leave Ewan.”

Her pointed voice was enough to make Ewan want to stand at attention.

William flew overhead and held Leif gently with his talons. He headed toward glowing lights over the horizon. Ewan wasn’t sure but he thought he saw the outline of a ship. He thought ’twas the Soaring Phoenix, but maybe ’twas wishful thinking.

Mariah brushed his hair out of his eyes and closely inspected his shoulder. “You are so cold and hard. I have never seen anything like this before. What happened? It was the spider, no?”

She bit her lip. “I am not sure I have anything on the ship that can help you. If only my grand-mère were here.”

Ewan was always amazed at how humble Mariah was about her magic.

“But perhaps I know a spell. I need some fresh herbs.” She looked toward the jungle and hurried off.

William would be furious, but Ewan was in no shape to stop a determined witch. The pain grew stronger, and each time he took a breath, he could feel his muscles turn harder and harder as if they were turning into wood. He pulled on his vampire power––not even a tingle rustled through him.

Weariness weighed heavy on him, and he wanted to escape from the pain. He gave in and closed his eyes. The last thought he had was for Penelope.

Raphael, keep her safe.

* * *

Ewan opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. Stabbing pain returned with a vengeance. He couldn’t breathe, move, or cry out. He was a prisoner to the misery.

Through his agony, he slowly noticed he wasn’t laying on a beach, and salt water no longer tried to drown him. Instead, there was a wooden ceiling over his head and a warm blanket covered him. He swayed back and forth in a hammock, but still lay in the same crumpled position that he had on the beach.

Realization pierced the pain gripping his fuddled mind. He was home. He was in the crew’s quarters. But where was everyone? Was he still considered an outcast?

As if reading his thoughts, Mariah said, “Bien. You are awake. I put a dream pillow filled with agrimony and mugwort under your head. Dream pillows give you pleasant dreams and help ward off evil, including poison. It will reverse the spider’s venom.”

Her voice was strong and sure, but he detected the doubt she tried to keep hidden. She actually didn’t know if her potion had worked. Unfortunately, he didn’t feel any different. Only the archangel could heal him, and he’d refused.

He closed his eyes, wanting to remember his dream. He didn’t know if her potion had anything to do with it, but he’d dreamed of Penelope. They’d been intertwined in a loving embrace, exploring each other’s secrets back on the little island. But more importantly, he’d been free of the stone-turning agony.

She held a chalice in her hand. “I know you are uncomfortable, Ewan. I have gone through my spell book and found an elixir that could help you. It called for the herb angelica which I did not possess in my stores. The herb grows in the subarctic regions, but I was drawn into the jungle and found it growing among some ferns.”

Had Raphael been at work?

“Through the night, I have blended it with agrimony and poured all of my magic in it. I must warn you that it might not work.” She put her hand under his stiff head. “Unfortunately, there are side effects.”

He groaned silently. Why was there always a blockade to victory?

She pressed the chalice to his stiff lips. “The poison will fight my magic, and I am afraid you will go into convulsions. To save us, you must drink. It is why I forbade anyone coming in here.”

William materialized and folded his arms over his chest. “Except for me.” His tense golden eyes left little doubt that in this case, Mariah would not win the argument.

“Mon Dieu.” She rolled her eyes but did not argue.

She forced the clear, bitter liquid down Ewan’s pinched lips. Immediately, sharp pain burst inside him as if millions of red fire ants were eating his flesh. But Mariah didn’t stop. She forced the liquid down his throat and it rolled down his chin and onto his chest.

As she had feared, he broke out into convulsions. He shook so bad he fell off the hammock and smashed onto the floor. He flopped around on the floor like a high-strung rabbit. He crashed into wooden poles and chests. Blood burst through his nose, and one eyed was swelled shut. His stomach revolted, and the burning liquid spilled out of his mouth.

His vision was blinded except for the blurs of brown, yellow, black, and white colors whizzing past his eyes. His teeth chattered uncontrollably. His insides were on fire.

Suddenly, he released a buried and mournful scream.

He heard excited voices but didn’t care.

A force within him picked him up and threw him across the wall. He slammed into a mast. Ribs broke. And then he jolted up and down.

A loud feminine voice pierced his agony. “Isis, I call upon the forces of good and ask you cast out the demon possessing him.”

Small tingles rolled over his body, but the evil within him wasn’t finished. It flung him up on the ceiling and broke his nose and wrist. He swirled around on the ceiling like a scurrying spider.

“I command you release him.”

This time, the tingles surged through him, rushing through his veins and cooling the embers boiling inside him. He fell like a rock onto the hard floor. He tried to catch his breath, and he rolled over onto his back. Blood guzzled down his throat.

“Oh, Ewan. Je suis désolé.” Tears rolled down from her violet eyes.

William stood behind her clasping her shaking shoulders. His face was stricken with horror.

His left wrist was broken, but he clasped her right hand. “No, Mariah. You saved me. I can move.”

Kane knelt beside him. He hadn’t even seen him. He took out a scarf and dabbed Ewan’s beaten face. “You have done well, my friend.”

His voice actually choked. Ewan must look pretty bad for the captain to be so emotional.

Through his one good eye, Ewan saw Doc, Ronan, Sean, and Hannah. Like Mariah, she had tears streaming down her cheeks. The rest of the crew were huddled in the corridor watching him. Awe and wonder were in their eyes.

Ewan turned his head and spit out blood. “You came when you heard me cry out.”

Kane stopped and smiled. “No, we were here the whole time, waiting in the corridor. Mariah wouldn’t let us into the quarters but we were outside.” He glanced up at Mariah, then the rest of the crew. “I do not know how you bore this. I am not sure if I could have endured what you have.”

Ewan was shocked by Kane’s admittance. He was the bravest and the most determined pirate he’d ever known. Ewan was humbled at his words.

He cleared his voice. “You would have if Hannah’s life had been threatened.”

“Spoken like a man in love,” Mariah said.

Ewan looked at Mariah, marveling at her statement.

Hannah hurried over next to Kane. “I tried to use my power to help you, but I have never felt anything like that before. It knocked me into Kane.”

Ewan noticed she had blood dripping from her nose. He thought they’d abandoned him and hadn’t cared, but he was wrong. They’d forgiven him and stood by his side. His heart swelled, and he felt his vampire power grow stronger.

He gripped Kane’s hand, who returned the tight clasp.

“Capt’n? Penelope, we––”

“Aye, we’ve already sailed for Zuto’s island. We will be there tomorrow morning.”

Kane wrapped his arm around Ewan’s shoulders and helped him to sit. He nodded at Doc. “Let’s get this warrior healed before he tries to attack Zuto as a broken man.”

“Not broken, Captain. The spider bit me. I have the blood to stop Zuto and find Lark, Gwen, and Cé.”

Mariah burst into tears and clung to William. She laid her head against his chest. “We can finally bring my brother home.”

Kane helped him to his feet. “You are amazing, brother.”

Ewan’s throat choked at the words that he’d waited to hear. He’d always considered the crew of the Soaring Phoenix his family and never counted himself worthy, but the captain’s words proved he truly was a member of the brotherhood.

Chapter 24

Penelope sat in the place she dreaded most––the brig of the Fiery Damsel. Both of her sisters had been imprisoned here and she’d vowed never to be its prisoner, but her vow was broken when Ewan died.

She’d kissed him and could taste his salty lips on her. She could feel her power insider her. She was stronger, but she didn’t know if she was strong enough to defeat a demon. But she didn’t care. If she died, she’d be joining her mate, but not before she rescued his daughter. She owed Ewan that much.

Her shirt and trousers stuck to her. Her curly blond hair was tangled and matted with sand and dirt. Grit and dirt were caked on her hands and shoved underneath her fingernails. She was a mess and longed for the freshness of the sea.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her head still throbbed where the bastard Palmer had hit her. She stared at her gruel on the ground. She’d refuse to eat anything the vile crew had given her.

But first, she wanted revenge.

The dirty lanterns swayed, revealing the grungy dungeon. Manacles dangled on the wall, and she remembered Ronan had told her both he and Mariah’s brother, had been strapped there for months. Not far from the iron holds was a rust-colored rack, where both Lark and Ronan had spent agonizing hours at Palmer’s mercy.

Bitterness soaked through her. She wanted vengeance against the demon Zuto. ’Twas his fault Ewan had died. When she saw him, she’d turn him into a frozen statue then fracture him into a zillion pieces.

Phearson, the same pirate who tried to save her from being raped, entered the brig holding a plate of fried fish and potatoes. He looked at her. “Ye need to eat something, lass.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you care? You’re just like the rest of the crew. All ready to hand me over to the demon.”

He winced. “We are not all like Paddy and Gibbons.”

She watched him suspiciously, ready to freeze him in his steps. “If you’re not blood-thirsty, why do you sail with these vile blackguards?”

He sighed. “I am a pirate and thief. ’Twas this or starve.”

“But why this ship?”

He shrugged. “At the time, Palmer was the most successful. Let’s just say I like pretty trinkets.”

“Then you’re no better than the rest of them.” Penelope couldn’t stop her sharp tongue from attacking what was probably her only ally on this godforsaken ship, but she was tired, lonely, and frightened.

“Yer right not trusting anyone on this ship. But I considered Cé and Leif both my friends. Leif risked his life to save ye, so I’ll do what I can to help.” He flashed her a shy smile. “Just dona expect too much.”

She hadn’t realized it, but he was handsome with his dark hair and dark eyes. He had high cheek bones, and his smile must have convinced many a maiden to give up her virtue.

He handed her the plate and turned and left. She looked at the food. It did smell good, and it had been hours since she’d eaten, but she couldn’t bring herself to eat it. She placed it on the cell floor, untouched and sat back on the bench.

She was alone.

She preferred it this way. It gave her time to draw on her power. She concentrated and pictured a snowstorm forming inside her. She could do this.

The sound of hard footsteps and the jangle of keys made her brace her shoulders. She was ready to face the demon.

Palmer emerged. “We have reached Zuto’s island. Prepare to die, wench.”

There was no mercy in his voice.

Phearson and another lackey trailed him like timid curs. Palmer opened the brig and tilted his head. “Bring her.”

Since she’d been in the brig, Palmer had only visited her once to announce that he was bringing her to Zuto. He always forced his crew to attend her. She suspected the man actually feared her, which made her grin. If only he knew how often her power failed her, he might have returned to his brutish self.

Phearson and another man approached her. Phearson gave her a quick wink while the other man hesitantly approached. She would have laughed if ’twas not such a dire situation. Did the man think she would turn him into a snowman? The truth was, she was conserving her power to fight Zuto. She’d had sex with and kissed Ewan before he died, but she wasn’t sure it had been enough. Her worst fear was with Ewan dead that her power had diminished. Sometimes it worked better the first time she used it, and with him, there wouldn’t be a chance to be second-best.

She allowed them to put manacles on her shaking wrists and lead her out of the brig. She climbed the stairs with Phearson in front of her and the other man behind. Her legs shook, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Up on deck, the morning sun had just risen over the blue sea. She looked toward the island and swallowed the fear on the tip of her tongue. The spider and Zuto waited on the shore.

’Twas the first time she’d seen the demon and was amazed by how tall he was. He was a good foot taller than Palmer, who was a giant of a man.

But there was a third figure standing next to Zuto––a little red-headed girl. Any fear she possessed was replaced with anger. Her body heated with rage that the demon would take a little girl from her home and threaten to kill her.

“Bring her to the dinghy,” Palmer said. “Be prepared to sail when I return.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not staying? Are you that afraid?”

“Silence, wench. My reasons are my own.” He pulled out his sword and put it under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t force me to slice your pretty neck.”

She glared but kept her mouth shut.

Phearson grabbed her arm. “Are ye daft? Dona make him mad. Tis not healthy.”

“I don’t care.”

“Stubborn wench.” He tossed her over his shoulder and knocked the wind out of her. She inhaled his scent of salt and gunpowder. She was surprised he didn’t stink like Paddy and Gibbons, but she’d learned not all pirates were alike. She’d lost her heart to pirate, and now he was dead.

She didn’t know how to tell Catriona Ewan was gone, but first, she had to get her out of here and return her to her grandmother.

Phearson carried her down the ladder to the dinghy and carefully placed her in the boat. Palmer came in last and sat the furthest away from her as if she had the plague.

Phearson and the other man rowed the boat toward the shoreline. Penelope sat in the boat, awaiting her fate. She wished Ewan was here, but he was gone. She looked up into the blue sky and wondered if he was watching her from heaven above.

I’ll make you proud, she vowed silently. I will save your daughter.

The spider, demon, and Catriona waited patiently on shore, none of them moving. Zuto wore nothing but a white loincloth, and she thought she saw golden sandals. His black hair was tousled, and he leaned against the abominable creature. The sun was behind him, so she couldn’t see his face except for his red eyes filled with eagerness. The spider snapped its fangs together as if in anticipating biting her. She wouldn’t make it easy. She’d freeze the fangs that had taken Ewan’s life.

Catriona had Ewan’s red hair and eyes. She stood still and seemed to move closer to the demon as if she expected him to protect her. Was she under a spell?

The demon actually put his hand on her shoulder, and the girl didn’t flinch. Something wasn’t right.

Hate brewed inside her, and she clenched and unclenched her fists, anticipating freezing as many enemies as she could. She’d probably die in the process, but she’d didn’t care. Zuto deserved to be trapped on this miserable island.

As they drew closer, Penelope studied Zuto, and she gasped.

Palmer turned around. “I suggest you not comment on what you see.”

Penelope couldn’t tear her gaze from the demon. He had horrible deep scratches and bite marks down his chest and legs. Like some wild animal had attacked him.

But strangely enough, Catriona did not have a mark on her.

Some of the anger left her. She turned to Phearson. “What happened to him?”

Phearson lowered his voice. “The demon Natasa. She’s grown angry with Zuto because he won’t tell the time spider to stop spinning its web. If it doesn’t stop, she’ll be trapped in time forever. She can only escape at night.”

So, that was why Natasa wanted her to stay away from Zuto. “But why doesn’t he put a stop to her torture?”

He shrugged. “I’ve heard that his God, Maketabori, has ordered her to torture Zuto every night to remind him that he’s a slave.”

Her eyes widened. She couldn’t imagine going through torture every night. When Ronan was imprisoned on board the Fiery Damsel for months, he nearly went mad.

“I thought demons could heal themselves.”

“Legend has it that Maketabori will not let Zuto heal until a few hours before Natasa returns. ‘Tis his punishment for not handing over O’Brien’s woman.”

She gasped as she thought of Hannah. How could Maketabori despise Hannah for something her father did?

Skin hung off Zuto’s broad chest. He even had deep scratches and bruises on his face, which she suspected was usually handsome. Morgana had said that Natasa was evil, but she’d had no idea the depth of her debauchery.

“My God, it’s as if something tried to eat him alive.”

“What do ye expect? She’s a demon.” They reached shore, and he clasped her shoulder. “If you’re smart, lassie, you’ll keep your thoughts to yourself.” Fear flashed in his eyes. “Zuto’s quick to anger and doesn’t like anyone pointing out his weakness. If yer lucky, ye’ll survive the beastie’s bite.”

She realized Phearson would do nothing to save her. She remembered Ewan’s torn and battered body. She held her chin up high and gave him a haughty stare. “Have you seen many men survive the spider’s bite?”

Shame heated his cheeks, and he lowered his gaze. “No, I’m sorry, my lady. But I canna help ye. I wish I could.”

“Meaning you wish you had the courage to do this. I expected nothing less from a thief from the Damsel.”

He jerked his head up, and she actually saw pain and shock in his blue eyes, but she turned her gaze ahead and drew on her power. Her fingers tingled, and her heart pounded. She stared at the beaten and tortured demon. Poseidon, it looked like he was standing, but he was actually leaning against the time spider. If the beast pulled away, he’d fall.

Mixed feelings rushed over her. She wanted to hate him because Ewan was dead. But she couldn’t imagine enduring such a bleak future of endless pain. And why wasn’t Catriona hurt?

Palmer turned his head and whisked his hand, meaning for Phearson to escort her out of the boat. She met Zuto’s eyes, and for a minute, she thought she saw a flash of sorrow, but then ’twas gone.

Something screamed through the air and exploded onto the beach. The smell of sulfur and smoke filled the air. The spider shrieked and rose up on its back legs, clashing its fangs. Zuto fell to the side, cursing.

Catriona screamed and fell next to the demon.

Palmer whipped out his sword. “Blast it, O’Brien!”

Penelope turned, and hope filled her. The Soaring Phoenix headed into the cove, her guns drawn. A shriek brought her attention to the skies. She blinked, not believing what she saw.

William in dragon form and Mariah flew toward her, but ’twas the man who sat behind Mariah that forced her to use her power. Ewan was alive!

She smiled as she the demon’s angry eyes. His devious plan was unraveling.

Chapter 25

Ewan sat behind Mariah as they rode William’s broad back. William soared through the clouds and descended toward the people on the beach. He caught his breath as he looked down, hunting for his frozen princess. He spotted her, and his heart turned to ice. Penelope had her wrists bound behind her. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her shirt and trousers were stained and dirty. He thought she’d be pleading for mercy, but she held her head high like royalty. She’d changed from when he first met her, always relying on her father and her sisters to fight her battles. Pride rose in his heart. She was his woman, a warrior princess, and he’d battle the gates of Coaybay to save her.

She was alive. But for how long? The time spider and Zuto were only a few feet away.

He suddenly realized Catriona had fallen next to Zuto and actually looked like she was trying to help him up. There were no chains binding her. What had the bastard done to her? Was she under a spell?

Through the smoke from the exploding cannonball, he saw Zuto allowing his wee daughter to help him as if he was in too much pain to stand on his own. Who had the power to hurt him? He prayed that Zuto’s god hadn’t come down from Coaybay to punish him, because none of them had the power to defeat him.

The spider remained by his side, as if guarding him and Catriona, cutting off Penelope’s escape to the sea.

“William.” Mariah patted the dragon’s long neck. “We need to protect Penelope and Catriona.”

The dragon growled, then spread his long wings and sailed lower through the foggy smoke. He exhaled fire, sending Palmer and his two men running for cover into the jungle. Trees and bushes burst into flames. Heat poured on Ewan’s skin.

The line of fire separated Zuto and the time spider from Penelope, but flames caught on a wooden leg next to her, and it burst into an inferno. She shuffled away, but tripped over a branch and screamed.

“William,” Ewan cried. “Watch out for Penelope!”

One of the men ran back. He grabbed Penelope’s arm and dragged her away from the fire that lit up the beach.

The Fiery Damsel and the Soaring Phoenix exchanged cannon fire. Kane’s demi-cannons were impressive, wreaking havoc on the Damsel’s sails, while the Phoenix was out-ranged. ’Twas as if the Phoenix had divine help, and Ewan couldn’t help but think that Raphael had interfered enough to keep the Damsel’s cannons from tearing apart the Phoenix.

He unsheathed his sword. William put out his talons to land, but Ewan couldn’t wait. He jumped off the dragon’s back and rolled onto the ground.

“Ewan, no!” Mariah cried as she whirled around.

Smoke blinded his eyes. Palmer’s men were on board the Damsel and battling the Phoenix so at least he didn’t have to fight them. Their worst fear would be for the Damsel to sink and be stranded on the demon’s island where they’d have to endure his wrath.

Ignoring the heat, he ran through the smoke. “Penelope, where are ye?” His first task was to get Penelope and Catriona as far away from this island as possible, then he could battle the spider.

Guns fired, and shot whined through the smoke. Palm trees exploded, and branches flew through the air.

Through the blaze, he saw the creature shriek and try to find a way around the fire. Zuto faced his palm toward the flames, then they died down, allowing the spider to scamper across.

Catriona stood next to Zuto, unsure what to do. If she’d followed the spider maybe she could get to the jungle and get away from the demon.

“Catriona!” Ewan yelled. “Run straight ahead.”

Bewilderment flashed in her green eyes. She turned toward his voice. “Pa?”

But the demon grabbed her arm. “She’s not going anywhere, Kelley.”

Drawing on vampire speed, Ewan rushed toward her, his sword lifted high over his head. “Catriona, I am coming.”

He didn’t care if the demon struck him down. All that mattered was getting Catriona away from that bastard.

“Zuto, that’s me pa.” Catriona said as she pulled on her arm. “Please let me go.”

“No.” He motioned to a nearby pirate. “Guard her. If she escapes, you die.”

As the spider scurried toward Penelope, William and Mariah blocked its path. Smoke puffed out of William’s nose, and Mariah held up a stone that faced the foul beastie. She claimed it was charged and could defeat evil.

But that wasn’t the only problem. The ground quaked and Ewan fell onto his knees. A loud crack spread across the beach. Another giant spider, this one white, crawled out.

Grand, two spiders!

“Attack the dragon and the witch!” Zuto yelled.

White strands flung out of the white spider’s mouth, knocking William onto his side while Mariah held up her arms as if trying to conjure a spell.

The black time spider rose up on its hind legs, and Ewan saw the hourglass on its underbelly.

“Here, you foul thing, take her.” Palmer seized Penelope’s arm and ripped her away from the dark-haired pirate.

Ewan hesitated. Both Penelope and Catriona were in danger. Whichever one he chose, the other would die.

Penelope beat on Palmer’s arm as he dragged her toward the spider. “Ewan, save Catriona.”

The pirate holding Catriona fled as the white spider approached, but not before Zuto seized his sword and put it under her throat. “Kelley, don’t interfere, or you’ll not force me to slice your daughter’s throat.”

“Zuto?” Tears slipped down Catriona’s cheeks. “Why are ye doing this? Ye promised ye wouldna hurt me.”

“I am not hurting you. It’s your selfish father. He’s choosing a whore over you. He is ashamed of you.”

Catriona’s face crumpled. She broke out into sobs that tore at Ewan’s soul.

“Zuto, ye bastard!” Ewan yelled. “Catriona, ’tis not true. Yer the light of me world.”

“Then prove it,” the demon said. “Let Penelope die.”

Ewan looked between Penelope and Catriona. His heart nearly broke in two. He suddenly realized that if Penelope died, he’d endure the same pain he had with Wynda. He couldn’t do it.

Not again.

Suddenly, a tall dark-haired pirate shoved Palmer and he fell face forward right at the beast’s legs. He released Penelope.

Ewan made a split decision and hoped he wasn’t making a grave mistake. With vampire speed, he pulled out his pistol and fired. The shot hit Zuto’s arm enough, and he dropped the knife.

“Catriona, run!”

Catriona didn’t hesitate this time and raced away from Zuto.

Palmer rolled on his back. “Phearson, you bastard!” His tone was edgy and sprinkled with anger.

The beast didn’t even slow down and walked over Palmer, who aimed a pistol at the creature’s underbelly, his hand shaking.

“Palmer, you fool.” Blood dripping from his arm, Zuto flicked his wrist, and the pistol flew out of Palmer’s hand.

Shock and fear flashed into Palmer’s eyes. Suddenly, he rose into the air as if by magic and was flung across the beach, straight into the jungle, screaming.

Unfortunately, Catriona was headed in that direction.

Ewan was only a few feet away when he noticed Penelope was free and her manacles were at the bottom of her feet. The dark-haired man held a skeleton key in his hand. Ewan didn’t trust him and was afraid he had some ulterior motivation for freeing her.

Zuto swayed on his feet. “Seize her!”

The spider scurried across the smoke, and the dark-haired man’s partner was too slow. The beast stabbed him with its long legs, and blood spurted into the air like a fountain. Ewan almost felt sorry for him, remembering the unforgivable pain he’d endured.

“Leave her alone!” Phearson cried. He fired a pistol foolishly at the beast, nicking its fang. The spider lifted a leg and kicked him so hard he soared into the air, then slammed into the edge of the crack where the other white spider had appeared and disappeared into darkness. His scream spurned Ewan on.

“Fight me, ye filthy beast!” But Ewan’s voice was blocked out by the guns.

Penelope hadn’t seen him and raced over to the crack where Phearson had vanished, which was a deadly mistake. The spider and Zuto blocked her path to escape. To make matters worse, Palmer limped out of the jungle, murder and rage in his eyes, and he had Catriona by the arm.

He hauled Catriona up by her arm, her feet dangling. “Here’s yer daughter. Time for ye to watch her die.” He took a pistol and put it next to Catriona’s temple.

“Pa, help me!”

Zuto held his arm, blood leaking from his fingers. “I won’t let him kill her, Kelley, but I can’t stay here. She doesn’t deserve to die.”

Ewan marveled at his statement, but he couldn’t let his mate die, either. Drawing on every bit of energy he possessed, Ewan jumped into the air higher than any mortal man. With his sword high over his head, he landed on the spider’s back. It screeched and raced around, arching its back. He could feel the fear emitting from the creature, but he didn’t care. He raised his sword to stab it, but then a hard force knocked him off. He didn’t need to think who it was.

He looked up to see Zuto standing over him. He had to blink twice. Instead of the arrogant demon, he stared into the red eyes of a broken man. His skin was ripped and torn as if someone had taken a blade and slowly peeled off his flesh. His face was bruised and swollen. Ewan couldn’t imagine the agony he must have endured.

Zuto seemed to struggle to breathe. “You will not steal my freedom.”

Ewan still gripped the sword in his hand and decided to distract the demon. “What happened to ye?”

“That is none of your concern.” He flung the sword out of Ewan’s hand and caught it. “Do not under estimate my power, fool.” He raised the sword over his head.

Ewan moved, but once again, he was paralyzed. He struggled, but only his beating heart had the power to move. Death reflected in the demon’s eyes. Ewan looked over at Penelope. She was in a warrior stance with her palms facing the spider. She had become so brave and fierce, and he wanted her to be the last person he saw before he passed onto the next world.

A white aura glowed around Penelope, reminding him of the one that surrounded Raphael, then a stream of white sprayed out of her palms and hit Palmer’s arm. It froze solid.

“Catriona,” she called. “Lie down.”

His daughter obeyed.

The spider raced toward her, and this time, she straightened her arms toward it. White rays descended onto the spider like an ice storm. Frost and ice covered its hard shell, which broke into jagged cracks. It shrieked as if in pain.

Zuto lowered Ewan’s sword and put it under his chin. “Let the spider bite you, or I’ll decapitate him. The choice is yours.”

“Kill it,” Ewan growled, not caring if Zuto cut off his head. His heart couldn’t take it if he lost both Penelope and Catriona. They were his family. Penelope had kept her promise and had saved his daughter.

Zuto pressed the sword deeper into Ewan’s gullet. He could fell wetness trickle down his neck.

Penelope looked between Ewan and Catriona, he could see the warring emotions flicker over her determined face. She looked at Zuto, and instead of turning her power onto him, she said, “I forgive you. Until today, you didn’t harm Catriona”

Ewan blinked in surprise and looked over at Catriona, who was on her stomach at Palmer’s frozen feet. Penelope was right. True, Catriona was terrified now, but unlike Zuto, there were no marks on her. Had he protected her?

He looked up at the demon, trying to decide if this was a trick.

“I understand,” Penelope said. “No one deserves to be tortured every night.” She then smiled at Ewan; tears brewed in her eyes. “Ewan, I love you.”

She lowered her arms, and the spider lunged at her.

Ewan hissed, “No!”

The spider sank its frozen fangs into Penelope’s shoulder. She screamed and fell onto her knees. But unlike him, the fangs didn’t pierce through her body as they had his.

Palmer broke free of the ice, and instead of attacking Catriona or anyone else, he changed into a vampire bat and flew toward his ship to save his own skin.

Zuto opened his mouth to reveal long incisors. He cast the sword away and limped over to Penelope. In his haste, he must have forgotten about Ewan. The spell paralyzing him vanished. Ewan ran to his sword that lay a short distance away. He turned to see the demon sucking on Penelope’s neck. His loud slurps stirred an anger deep in his gut. He raised the sword to cleave off the demon’s head.

Zuto’s wounds started to heal, and Ewan could feel him growing stronger. He tried to swing the sword but ’twas as if an invisible force stopped him and he was frozen in time.

“I’m free. I’m free.” The demon gasped. He leaned his head back, and his voice broke with intense emotion of shock and elation. “I can feel the spell losing its power. I can finally leave this wretched island.”

Zuto’s anguish and hurt sparked pity inside him. He’d never considered what it must have been like to be imprisoned on this island and only look forward to torture and pain each night. But Zuto hadn’t taken his misery out on Catriona. He owed him this. Torture would have driven Ewan mad with hate, and like Zuto, he’d have done anything to escape.

A soft breeze brushed over him, and the hate in his heart dimmed. Tingles swept through him, and he realized he could move. The desire to kill Zuto vanished, but he couldn’t let him kill the ones he loved.

Ewan took his sword and sliced his palm. He ran over to the demon, who lowered his head to take more blood from Penelope. Praying the archangel was right, Ewan slashed his sword across the demon’s scarred flesh.

Zuto arched his back and dropped Penelope onto the sand. Before the demon could retaliate, Ewan slapped his hand onto Zuto’s back, mixing his blood with the demon’s. Zuto cursed as he staggered to his feet. He turned. Blood dripped down his chin.

“Kill him!” he yelled.

The spider rushed over to him, but it seemed slower with the ice dangling from its body. Ewan had one more task. Instead of fleeing, he faced the spider and clutched his sword.

He lunged at the beastie, and just as he’d hoped, it spewed a sticky strand that wrapped around his sword. Ewan took his bleeding hand and pressed it on the strand. Blood raced up the silver strand like a rushing river and back into the spider. It screamed as if in pain and ran in circles.

“What have you done?” Zuto demanded. Anger flashed in his red eyes.

“Ruining yer plans,” Ewan answered. “And showing ye mercy.”

“I do not need your pity.”

Suddenly, the time spider rose up on its legs. Gold rays flung out of its mouth and struck Ewan with such force that he was lifted off his feet. He dropped his sword and hung in the air shaking, his teeth chattering, as images poured into his mind of Lark, Gwen, and Cé.

The light vanished. He dropped onto his hands and knees. He panted. “My God, I know where Lark, Gwen, and Cé are.”

The demon snagged his hair. “Knowing where they are doesn’t mean you can find them. Prepare to die.” He picked up Ewan’s fallen sword that was covered in his own blood. “How dare you try to keep me from leaving this cursed island.”

“Zuto, please dona kill my pa!” Catriona was only a few feet from the demon.

Ewan froze, terrified of what the demon would do

The demon looked t Catriona. His voice softened, “I’m sorry it has to end this way. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

William growled and broke free of the white spider’s strands. He hissed. Flames and sparks burst onto the beach, burning the white spider. It screamed, then retreated to where it had emerged.

“Zuto,” a feminine voice called, as the demon Natasa stepped out of the jungle. She wore a long white gown that was strangely unblemished from the sand, smoke, and ash. “The sun has set.”

Ewan hadn’t even realized it, but the sun had indeed dipped into the ocean, and the Fiery Damsel sailed toward her as if to escape Zuto’s upcoming wrath.

Zuto glared at Natasa. “No, I’m no longer your slave.” His voice shook with disbelief.

The demon loosened his grip on Ewan’s hair as he faced his tormentor. Ewan took advantage and brought his arm down hard on Zuto’s wrist, and the demon released him. Ewan darted over to Penelope and cradled her in his arms.

“No,” Natasa said, as she strolled over to him and patted his tense cheek. “You may be able to leave the island during the day, but you will always return to me at night.”

Zuto arched his back and howled in rage. Ewan hugged Penelope’s unconscious body closer, afraid the demon would take his vengeance out on them.

He glared at Ewan. “There’s no place in the daylight that I can’t find you. Tell Kane O’Brien, tomorrow I’m coming for Hannah.”

Ewan was too stunned to yell. Zuto followed Natasa into the jungle. An earthquake shook the beach, and a crack split open. The wounded black time spider slid inside and disappeared.

Their enemies gone, Ewan turned to Mariah. “Get me daughter.”

Mariah ran to the frightened child and led her back to William.

Ewan lifted Penelope and raced into the ocean, hoping she wasn’t dead. The water washed over her, taking away the blood, but she didn’t stir.

His chest tightened, and he held her close. “Penelope, dona leave me. I need ye.” His throat closed, and he couldn’t breathe. After all they’d been through, he couldn’t lose her now.

He brushed her tangled hair away from her beautiful face. “Penelope, I love you.”

Mariah waded out to the ocean where he stood. She touched Ewan’s arm. “Ewan, kiss her.”

Through his grief, he stared at Mariah in disbelief. “What?”

She smiled. “Trust me.”

He lowered his head and brushed his lips over Penelope’s frozen mouth. He kissed her harder, willing her to respond, desperate for her to move. He crushed her to him, not willing to let her soul escape.

A small gasp jerked his attention, and he released her.

Penelope looked at him with tears in her eyes. “You said you loved me?” She raised a shaking hand and twirled it in his hair.

He took her hand and put it over his chest. “With all my heart.”

Chapter 26

Ewan lifted Penelope and put her on William’s back. He sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist pressing her against his broad chest. His words of love still echoed in her ears, and happiness flowed through her. No matter what happened next, she could endure it, knowing that he loved her.

William soared into the air, leaving their enemies behind. The Soaring Phoenix’s sails bloomed, and water sprayed in its wake.

The dragon landed where Kane, Hannah, Ronan, and the rest of the crew cheered and waited for them. She clasped Ewan’s strong hand, dreading telling Kane that tomorrow Zuto was coming for Hannah.

Ewan helped Catriona, Penelope, and Mariah off. William changed back into a man.

Kane greeted them with a smile. “I see you all made it out alive.” His face was sleek with sweat, and his hair was tied back into a tight queue. “This is your Catriona.”

“Aye,” Ewan said. He took his daughter’s shaking hand. “Catriona, this is Captain Kane O’Brien. Yer on board the Soaring Phoenix and safe.”

Catriona bent her head. “Are ye going to send me away again?”

“No,” he said as he knelt next to her.

“Zuto said ye didna love me.” Tears slid down her face.

Ewan pushed back her hair. “He was lying. I was the one that was ashamed, Catriona. Did the demon tell ye what I am?”

“No, grand mammy did.”

“I told her not to.”

“We didna have any secrets.”

“Then did she tell ye about the roses?”

Her eyes flew open wide. “Ye left those?”

“I visited ye whenever I could when ye were asleep. I wanted to protect ye from this life. From me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Dona ever leave me.”

He hugged her tight.

Penelope smiled through her tears. She’d helped bring them together, and hopefully, Ewan had forgiven her.

As if reading her mind, he turned his head. “Catriona, there is someone I want ye to meet.” He took Penelope’s shaking hand, and Penelope knelt next to him.

“This is Penelope. She saved yer life.”

“She’s who Zuto was talking about, isn’t she?”

“Aye,” Ewan said.

Penelope held her breath, afraid of what the girl would say. If she rejected her, Ewan would side with his daughter.

To her surprise, Catriona put her hands-on Penelope’s face and slowly moved them around. “I can feel the goodness in ye. Thank ye.”

Kane cleared his throat. “We best be leaving this place.”

Penelope faced Kane with a heavy heart. “Captain?”

Kane’s smile slowly vanished into a scowl. “Something went wrong.”

Penelope and Ewan stood, each holding Catriona’s hands.

The crew’s cheers died. A heavy tension hung over the Phoenix as they awaited Ewan’s answer.

Ewan nodded. “Aye.”

“Zuto drank my blood,” Penelope blurted.

Hannah’s face turned pale. “What does that mean?”

“Bloody hell, it means he can leave the island,” Kane said, as he held Hannah close.

“I’m sorry, Kane.” Ewan lowered his head. “I was only able to stop him from leaving at night.”

Penelope clasped Ewan’s arm. “We won’t let him take Hannah.”

“How are you going to stop him?” Kane demanded.

His anger made Penelope step in front of Catriona, shielding her from his outburst.

“What little faith you have, Captain.”

Amidst the crew, Raphael walked out as the crew parted in awe.

“Raphael!” Penelope cried out. Hope swelled inside her.

“I am always amazed of what little faith humans have.” He lifted Penelope’s hand and kissed her. “Unlike mermaids.”

Penelope smiled as tingles rushed up her arm. “You mean there’s a way to save Hannah?” She nearly burst out laughing at Ewan’s hearty scowl.

“You have accomplished your task, and that deserves a reward.” His eyes twinkled, and his mouth curved up into a smile.

“Then tell us bloody well how,” Kane grumbled.

“Always the impatient one when it comes to your Hannah.” Raphael moved his arms into a circle. “But first things first captain. I have a promise to fulfill. Bring your daughter to me, Ewan.”

Penelope released Catriona’s hand. She held Ewan’s hand and walked hesitantly over to the archangel.

“Catriona,” Raphael said. “I am an archangel, and your father and his mate risked their lives to protect you and to show mercy.”

“Pa told me.”

He touched her forehead. “Awake, dear child.”

Catriona blinked and gasped. “Pa, I can…can…see.” Still holding Ewan’s hand, she looked up at Ewan. “Yer me Pa? I have always wanted to see ye.”

Tears streamed down Ewan’s cheeks, and he scooped Catriona into his arms. “Thank ye, Raphael, thank ye.”

Penelope wiped her cheeks. She didn’t think there was a dry eye on board the ship. Even the captain’s eyes glistened.

Raphael smiled. “Now, Captain, I have a gift for you since you fought bravely and let Penelope and Ewan discover their own destiny.”

A white cloud lowered from the sky and covered the Phoenix. Mist coated Penelope’s face, and she could feel the tension leave her. She, Mariah, and Hannah all laughed and spread out their arms.

Ewan frowned. “What’s happening?”

“The Soaring Phoenix is now protected with my blessing,” Raphael said. “As long as you remain on the ship, the demon cannot find you.”

“But there are other ways he can find us, aren’t there?” Kane grabbed Hannah’s hand and pulled her toward him.

“I’m afraid so. You have a new task, Captain. A most urgent one. You must find your loved ones before they are gone forever. Time is running out.”

Mariah gasped. “How? Tell us how, s’il vous plaît.”

He pulled an amulet out of his pocket. “This contains the blood of Christ. You must return to each spot where they were taken and place a drop there. A portal will open where you can find them.”

“Shite,” Ewan growled. “They were all taken from Zuto’s island.”

The angel shrugged. “True. But I must warn you, not all may want to return. You will need the demon’s help to find them.”

Kane’s eyes widened. “What?”

Raphael turned from him and looked at Penelope and Ewan. “You have done well, my children.”

Penelope clasped Ewan’s hand. “May I make a request?”

A knowing look flashed onto Raphael’s face. “Ask.”

“Can Ewan and I return to our little island just for one day?”

“What about me?” Catriona asked.

Penelope knelt in front of her. “How would you like to play with dragons and meet the king of the sea?”

“Ye won’t leave me?”

“Never,” both Penelope and Ewan both said at once.

“One day, Captain.” Raphael smiled. “Your Hannah will be safe as well as the Phoenix. I think you can spare these two one day of happiness.”

“But the demon will find them,” Kane said.

“No, I will protect the island. Can you spare them their bliss? I believe they have earned it.”

Kane nodded, his face grim. “One day.”

“If you’ll excuse me, Captain, I’d like to introduce Catriona to my father.”

“Be my guest. We need to plan our next step.” He grabbed Hannah’s hand and walked toward the stern with William, Mariah, and Ronan following.

Ewan reminded behind.

Penelope walked over to the rail and sang her mother’s favorite song. Below, the water churned and foamed. Eldric rose out of the water and slid onto the ship.

“Penelope!”

He hugged her and she returned his affection. “Father, I want you to meet someone.”

Catriona hid behind Ewan’s long legs.

“This is Catriona.” Penelope knelt down. “This is my father, Catriona. He will not hurt you. I promise.”

Catriona peeked out behind her father’s legs and smiled.

Eldric bowed slightly. “Greetings, little one.”

Catriona smiled.

“He will show you my kingdom.”

“I will?”

“Yes, you will. You owe me.”

Confusion flickered in her father’s eyes.

“Ewan, if you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to my father.”

“Aye,” he said. “Come, Catriona. Let’s go find Cook. I am sure he has some sweetings for ye.”

The little girl laughed and skipped next to her father.

“What do you mean I owe you, daughter?” Eldric’s voice was uneasy.

Penelope narrowed her eyes. “Why did you lie to me?”

“I have never––”

She held up her hand. “Father, your fib almost got me killed.”

He winced.

“I became stronger when I mated not weaker. Why would you say such a thing?”

He sighed and looked down. “I am an old man. I didn’t want to lose you to another pirate or have you abandon your people.”

She took his hand and he looked up at her with tears on his cheeks.

“Will you forgive me?”

She kissed his wet cheek. “Yes, just don’t lie to me again.”

“I promise.”

She smiled. “Father, I will never abandon my people and one day I will take your place––but only if Ewan is accepted as my mate. I will never leave him or his daughter.”

“When your mother was alive, she’d help me see how my stubbornness was getting in the way of me being a fair king.” He knelt on one knee. “Forgive me. I will try to accept Ewan. After all, he saved you. Just don’t expect it all at once.”

“Rise, Father.” She took both of his hands. “It’s never easy with you, is it?”

He winked. “But then again, nothing has been easy with my three princesses of the sea.”

Epilogue

Raphael and Kane had been true to their word. Penelope and Ewan had spent a blissful day and night. She sat naked on the rock at their pool, allowing the waterfall to cascade down her back. The moonlight glistened off the water on Ewan’s broad chest. Her body was chaffed from his kisses and she was sore between her thighs. But she wanted one more time, one more explosion of sheer pleasure, fast and furious.

“The sun will rise soon,” Ewan said as he swam over to her. “We will have to return to the ship and Catriona.”

She stretched out her arms. “I know. Now that I have met your daughter, I have grown quite fond of her, but right now, I don’t want to think of anyone else, but you. Love me one more time.”

He pulled her gently into his arms and kissed her. She could feel his hard flesh against her feminine core. She caressed his back, marveling at how this powerful man claimed his heart belonged to her.

She wrapped her arms around his hips and impaled herself onto him, wanting to feel him inside her. He thrust his hips inside, and she matched his passion. She arched her back, and he claimed her breast with his hot mouth. He suckled her nipple while one hand stroked the bud between her legs. Heat fanned down her body and pooled between her thighs. Another orgasm pulsed inside her. The intensity between them grew as they thrust harder and harder, blocking out everything but their hungry passion.

Ewan flung his head back and called out her name.

The water strengthened her and the feelings of euphoria soaring through her. Her release was swift and hard.

She leaned her head against his chest, listening to his beating heart. “I can live like this forever.”

He lifted her chin and smiled. Passion still flared in his eyes. “My love for you grows each time I take you.”

She kissed his hand. “Then take me again and again.”

He smiled. “How can I deny my warrior princess?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. “Your belief in me has made me a warrior. As long as you are at my side, I believe we can defeat the darkness threatening to destroy us.”

* * *

Do you want to read more vampires? Check out this excerpt of Bite of the Vampire or check out my website and find out what comes next! You’ll meet the heroine, Rosalind, and she’s trapped in a nightmare that only a vampire can save her!

Excerpt from Bite of the Vampire:

Savannah, Georgia

1756

Chapter One

Rosalind woke to another miserable day. She sighed and ran her fingers down the left side of her face, feeling the deep bumpy scars that labeled her a monster. Only her eye remained unscathed. She refused to have a mirror anywhere in the room that reminded her of the fire––the day her father perished saving her.

Ignoring the birds chirping their happy morning tune, she rolled out of bed. She seized a tan leather mask off her nightstand that hid her scars and quickly tied it under her dark hair, hiding her unsightly scars. Yesterday she had walked pass a woman with two small children when her masked slipped off, revealing her naked face. The children had screamed, then hid behind their mother’s skirts. Rosalind was shaking so bad she could barely fix her mask.

Her fingers brushed over the pinched and leathery skin. Like those children, she couldn’t help but shudder. The mask almost matched the color of her golden skin and sometimes people didn’t notice it. Or at least she tried to believe they hadn’t noticed.

She opened her dresser drawer then pushed away her shifts to find a faded, brown leather bag that had seen better days. The black edges were curled and frayed, but she didn’t care. She cherished it more than any other possession––it had been her late father’s. He’d worn it when he saved her from the fire.

She quietly dumped the coins inside it onto the wooden dresser. With Esmond Doyle, her stepfather, watching her constantly, it had taken her months to steal enough to barely purchase a dress. She sighed. At this rate, it would take her a year to secure passage out west and escape.

Someone timidly knocked on the door. “Rosalind, are you up?”

Rosalind quickly scooped the coins back into the bag, then placed it back under her clothes. “Yes, I am awake, Maggie. You can come inside.”

Her cousin, Maggie, slowly entered, as if afraid she was intruding. She was a mulatto and had the creamiest tan skin that reminded Rosalind of syrup. Maggie’s father had been a merchant and her mother a freed slave, but they were killed on a riverboat. She came to live with them, and like Rosalind, she was forced to earn her keep, but she was able to work at the house.

Not so Rosalind.

Her stepfather considered her to be a burden and insisted she earn her keep by working in his dreaded tavern––the Pirate’s House Inn.

Maggie poured water into the basin and dipped a cloth in it.

“You don’t have to take care of me, Maggie. I can dress myself.”

“I know,” she said, as she wiped Rosalind’s body down. “But I feel guilty that I get to work here in the house while you’re forced to work in that dreaded tavern. At least ´tis a beautiful morning, Rosalind.”

“Looks like it will be. Has Mr. Doyle left for the day?” Hope swelled inside her that she wouldn’t have to face her glowering stepfather.

“No, both he and your mother are taking their morning meal in the parlor.”

Rosalind groaned, knowing she’d soon have to join them and listen to more of stepfather’s insults.

Maggie helped her put on her corset and stays. She pulled tight on the strings, making Rosalind’s already narrow waist even narrower and pushing her breasts up. Rosalind’s shift had deep pockets where she secretly squirreled coins away from her stepfather’s prying eyes. If he found her savings, he’d quickly confiscate it and all hope of escaping would perish.

Maggie pulled out one of Rosalind’s dull olive gowns that her stepfather made her wear because ´twas easy to clean and would hide any stains. The dress emphasized her large breasts, which according to him were her only fine assets, since they enticed men to spend more coin on draughts.

Rosalind put her slippers on over her tired and swollen feet. She’d soaked them in a bowl of water, but they still ached. Last night, she’d been so busy that she could barely catch her breath. Tonight would be no different. Just once, she’d like to escape the tavern and have a full day of rest.

She put on her silk petticoats, then Maggie helped her slip into the dreaded gown. She carefully tucked Rosalind’s hair into a lace cap, hiding her dark curls. Rosalind looked at her dreary prison garb that marked her as even less than a maid, but until she had a means to escape, she was trapped.

Before she followed Maggie, she slipped her father’s gold watch into her pocket. It hadn’t worked for years––the glass was shattered, and one side was badly scorched. But she didn’t care. Her father had been wearing it the day he tried to rescue her. Rosalind always hid it on her person. When she wore it, she always felt he was near her.

She followed Maggie out of her room to face her stepfather and her mother in the parlor. Her mother gave her a bright smile.

“Good morning, dear,” she said.

Mr. Doyle didn’t acknowledge her when she entered, and instead, concentrated on buttering a croissant.

Her mother, dressed in a fine gown of yellow, got up from the table and hurried over. She hugged her then kissed her on her right cheek. Even her own mother shuddered at her scars.

“Rosalind,” she said, “I have the most wonderful news.” Her voice was as giddy as a school girl’s.

Rosalind turned her mouth up into a tight sneer. “You’re both going to Europe again?”

Only when her stepfather was away did she have any peace.

“No! You aren’t going to have work at Pirate’s House Inn any longer!” She clapped her hands together, and her blue eyes flared with excitement.

Rosalind glanced warily at her stepfather, who stuffed another croissant into his mouth then proceeded to lick the tips of his fingers. As always he dressed as if he were a wealthy aristocrat with his embroidered red jacket, vest, and breeches. Many people commented on how handsome he was with his gray eyes, white powdered wig, and muscular build, but all Rosalind saw was a hated tyrant.

He wiped his hands over his plate then dabbed each end of his mouth with a napkin. “Your mother is quite right, Rosalind. I have actually found a suitor that will take you off my hands.”

“Esmond!” Her mother frowned. “That’s not what he meant, dear,” she said as she rubbed Rosalind’s arm.

Rosalind jerked away from her mother’s touch and pretended not to notice the hurt in her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s exactly what he meant. Who?”

He leaned back in his chair and rested his hands on his belly. “Captain Barnard Foster.”

His low voice stripped her dream. Captain Barnard Foster was at least ten years older than Mr. Doyle and had a temper even fouler––if that was possible. He was riddled with the pox and had the most annoying habit of staring at her breasts rather than her face.

Her stomach tied into triple knots. “Why?”

“He’s a good match, Rosalind,” her mother pleaded.

Rosalind squinted. “How could you say that, Mother? Do you hate me this much?”

“No, dear. Of course not! Captain Foster is a wealthy man, and you’ll want for nothing.”

“Why would he lower himself to marry a tavern wench?”

Her stepfather straightened his cuffs. “Because he would find it advantageous to eventually gain the tavern if something were to happen to me, then he’d be entitled to all of it.”

Rosalind glared. “I will not marry him. He’s pompous and selfish.” He wasn’t fooling her. Something would happen to Barnard, then she’d be next. Her stepfather would do anything to further himself socially.

“You don’t have a choice.” He narrowed his eyes, and his voice had turned cold.

He was dangerously close to losing his temper, but Rosalind didn’t care. “I’d rather be dead than marry such a horrible man. If you would have chosen a man of decency––”

He slammed his hand down on the table, making the silver bounce. “No man of decency would have you!”

Dear Reader

I hope you enjoyed Destiny of the Vampire! This was the third book of the three mermaid sisters, and the sixth book in the Blood Brotherhood series! Mermaids have always been some of my favorite mystical creatures, especially The Little Mermaid!

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ML Guida

About the Author

Award Winning Author M.L. Guida loves science fiction and the paranormal. From Star Trek to Dark Shadows to Supernatural, she fell in love with things that go bump in the night. But it was the heroes, she loved the best. No matter what happened, those characters never gave up. Now, her heroes are following their footsteps. Whether it's a shape shifter from outer space or a vampire from the past, her wounded heroes always find a way to conquer battles and win the heart of the feisty heroine. Because even in a world of darkness, true love survive.

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