Charmed Vengeance

“He knows V and James.” Magnolia set the table without missing a beat. But she bit her lower lip as she did so.

“Does he?” Jeff focused on him.

The intensity made Kevighn want to squirm. Instead, he shrugged, wishing she would have chosen a better explanation. “I wasn’t always an air pirate.”

Jeff harrumphed. That probably wasn’t the best answer either. But it wasn’t as if he was friends with either one of those rapscallions.

Kevighn studied her out of the corner of his eye. She looked even more beautiful than she had the last time he’d seen her, before he’d been exiled. He sucked in a sharp breath. Magnolia was no longer mortal. When had that happened?

And why?

The captain took the seat at the head of the wooden table. Kevighn tried to sit next to Magnolia, not that he could speak with her so publically, but she ended up between Jeff and the large dark man he’d seen earlier in the bar.

Supper was uncomfortable. Every time he even looked in Magnolia’s direction someone got his attention and pelted him with questions.

The message was clear–yes, if he was going to speak with her he’d have to be very discreet, otherwise they might make a detour over the Grand Canyon.

Noli put away the dress she’d had laundered off ship. The clever laundress even managed to get the grease out. The newest member of the crew could pose a problem.

Kevighn. On this ship. Flying figs.

He was exiled from the Otherworld, just like V’s family had been. That meant he had to make it on his own in the mortal realm and take up an occupation. Kevighn had been a pilot before and even owned his own airship once. It wasn’t as if exile would make him respectable all-of-thesudden.

Why couldn’t he have simply gone to work in an opium den? Certainly he’d spent enough time in them.

Kevighn wished to speak with her, she could see it in his eyes. Noli didn’t want to have the discussion of how she came to be here and why she was no longer mortal. No, it still hurt too much, and Kevighn …

Well, a man of opportunity such as he would see V breaking her stone as a chance to court her. No matter how handsome and dangerous he might be, she wasn’t about to be pursued by the likes of him. Fortunately, Jeff and the crew did an excellent job of deflecting him.

Someone rapped on her bedroom door. Her insides knotted as she closed the latch on her footlocker.

“Who’s there?” Noli prayed it wasn’t Kevighn.

“It’s me.” Captain Vix.

“Come in.” Noli place her new plant, a pot of mint, on her worktable next to her roses.

Vix popped her head in. “The new crewmember isn’t bothering you, is he? Winky said he was poking around.”

“No, though I have to admit, him being here surprised me.” She sat on her hammock, toying with the curls of the redheaded doll.

“If he bothers you, let me know. I’m not completely certain about him.” She twisted a little as if unsure. “I’m actually here because I want to know if during your repairs you by chance did anything to make the engines faster.” The gleam in her eyes told Noli that she hoped the answer was yes.

Noli grinned. “I may have tweaked a few things. Why do you ask?”

“Good, stand by in case there’s a problem, we’re leaving.”

“Now?” Noli threw her leather apron over her good dress she’d yet to change out of and stuffed her work gloves in her pocket.

“We’re going to chase some real baddies.” Her eyes danced with delight, like a child opening an enormous bag of sweets. “We’ve been chasing them for months, but it always seems like they never have cargo when we’re in a position do anything. Since the federal government won’t do anything about it, we—me and a few other ships—do. Try, at least.”

The conversation she’d had with Jeff came back to her as she grabbed her tool box. “Human trafficking. You mean these girls are transported by air?” Vix nodded. “It’s less regulated than sea or rails. Now stand by. If we’re going to catch these sons of dogs we’re going to have to give it all we’ve got.”

As if nothing were wrong, Noli sat at her worktable weaving her watch chain. Not that anything was amiss. No, the entire crew, sans Winky and Jeff was boarding the ship of bad air pirates, the traffickers. It was as if she had no value since she couldn’t use a pistol.

What she needed to do was check the engines; also, the hull was going to need repairs, as was whatever else the baddies shot up when the Vixen’s Revenge attacked them.

But no, Noli had been ordered to stay in her room like a naughty child so she wouldn’t get in the way. Perhaps she couldn’t use a pistol or fight, but surely she could do something more useful than work on her watch chain … or practice throwing her knife into the door, which she’d done until the sprite threatened to take over. Thad said she had a knack for knife throwing, which was good because she didn’t seem as adept at knife fighting.

I like making the watch chain. It’s much more fun than playing with the knife. James is going to love it so much. See how the beads sparkle? the sprite interjected as Noli wove the tiny silver beads she’d bought today into the pattern.

They are pretty, she replied. This would be part of the alternating sections of the watch chain, which would be made of five sections united with the silver clasps she’d also bought today. Ideally, it should only be three sections, but Charlotte’s hair wasn’t long enough and a shorter piece was easier to start and stop.

She’d just finished off the section when someone knocked on the door.

“Noli?” Captain Vix asked.

“Come in.” She took the weights off the finished section glad she hadn’t been practicing knife throwing. The last thing she wanted was Thad to get in trouble. Vix cocked her head. “What are you doing?

Making a watch chain. What can I help you with? May I check the engines now? Do you need me to go up top to make repairs?”

“We’re going to have to limp along until we reach San Fran. Especially now that we’re heavy with their supplies and cargo. Whatever you did to the engines worked perfectly. Hopefully, Hayden’s Follies will get here to fly decoy before we cross MoBatt territory, since the quickest way to San Fran is through Deseret. Right now I need you down below.” Noli followed, skirts rustling as Vix led her down to the main cargo hold.

“There’s no place else, so we’ve put them in the hold. But I’m no good with small children,” Vix told her. “I know you’re an engineer not a nursemaid, but perhaps you could help me with them? They’re afraid of the men— and rightfully so.”

Noli nodded, imaging what horrible things they’ve been through. “They’ll warm up to Winky soon enough.

I think they will.” Vix gave her the slightest of smiles and opened the door. “I’ll have him bring down some supper.”

Six little girls peered at her with wide eyes. Some had cuts and bruises, one was naked, and the others wore everything from rags to ripped party dresses. The eldestlooking girl was as dark as Asa. Another had almond eyes and yellowish skin.

A tiny blonde with giant blue eyes toddled over to Noli and wrapped her arms around her leg. “Are you taking me home to my Popi?”

Noli ran her fingers through the girl’s tangled hair and looked to Vix for the answer.

“We’re taking you someplace safe; the ladies there will help get you back to your mommies and daddies.” Vix used a baby voice, bending down with her hands on her knees.

Noli bit her tongue to keep from laughing at such ridiculousness.

“What should I do?” Noli surveyed the group, the torn dresses and bruised faces.

“See if anyone has any major injuries. Also, could you just stay with them for a little while? Please? I need to return to the bridge.” Vix shifted her weight from foot to foot.

“Go ahead. We’ll be fine, right?” Noli looked down at the little blonde girl.