All traces of triumph faded from the pirate’s face. “Your father? Your own father is hunting you?”
Destin nodded. “He’s not the kind you can live with. Neither is he the kind you can leave. I was not the son he’d hoped for.” He held up a hand. “I don’t know if anyone would have suited him, but I was definitely the songbird in the eagle’s nest. Or, should I say, the hawk’s. He kept pounding on my mother—trying to get her to admit to cheating on him. He didn’t want to believe I was really his.” He paused for a beat. “That’s one thing we agreed on. I didn’t want to believe it, either.”
But Evan had seemingly tripped over something he’d said midway through. “What do you mean, he pounded on her?”
“He beat her all the time,” Destin said, matter-of-fact. “Half to death, once or twice. Sometimes at court, but mostly at his keep on the Bittersweet. He kept a full-time mage healer to patch her up again.”
“But, that—why would he do that?” Evan growled. “And why would she put up with it? In Carthis, any man who treated a woman like that would never dare close his eyes.”
“Things are different in Arden,” Destin said. “Everyone puts up with something, women most of all. The fact that my father is a mage made it even more difficult to fight back.”
“If he didn’t love her, then why couldn’t he just set her aside and marry someone else?”
“Love?” Destin shook his head. “For a pirate, you’re a romantic sort.”
“Yes,” Evan said, a shadow crossing his face. “I guess I am.”
“A mage is a precarious thing to be in the wetland empire, because of the church,” Destin said. “The king finds us useful, but he is as changeable as spring weather when it comes to the tension between magic and religion. My mother is the daughter of a powerful thane. That marriage gave the general a route to power he wouldn’t have had otherwise, and so, of course, he resented her. Plus, he wanted her to have a litter of boys, so he could choose out the most promising one and drown the rest of us. But there was only me. He accused her of using maidenweed to keep from having more children. He was always accusing her of something. . . .” He trailed off.
“He sounds like a monster,” Evan said.
“Oh, he is. He started beating me, too, once I was too big to ignore and still too small to defend myself. My mother and I—we kept hoping he’d be killed in the war. But once a man gets to be a general, he sees less of the actual fighting, you know?”
Evan nodded, his green eyes fixed on Destin’s face, as if afraid to look away.
“He was getting worse and worse, especially when he came home at the end of the marching season.” Now that Destin had started talking about it, it was as if a dam had burst and his words flooded out without the usual editing.
Maybe it was more like lancing a boil.
“The war wasn’t going well, and the king and the Thane Council were putting pressure on my father. Whenever the general was under pressure, he would take it out on us.” Destin brushed his fingers over his cheekbone, which still ached in damp weather. “So, this one day, he hit me and I gut-stabbed him.”
He’d ambushed the pirate again. “You what?”
“I gut-stabbed him.” Destin flexed his hand, as if gripping the hilt of a knife. “I wanted him to die slowly. I’d been practicing, and it should have killed him. Eventually.”
“But it didn’t kill him,” Evan said.
“No, it didn’t. If I had it to do over again, I’d have opened his throat and stabbed him through the heart with a poisoned blade and cut off his head and hung it over my door.” Destin’s voice shook, just a little, before he could get it back under control. “Suffering is all well and good, but I wanted him gone.”
Evan stared at him with a stricken expression.
See, Pirate? You wanted to know who you were partnering with. Happy now?
“All that, and no magery?” Evan said finally, as if trying to lighten the mood.
“He wears a talisman,” Destin said. When Evan looked puzzled, he added, “Protection against magery, remember? Anyway, the use of magery would have pointed a finger at me.”
“So your father survived, and you ran.”
“So we ran.”
“Is there a price on your head? Will the king hang you if you’re caught?”
“The king?” Destin laughed. “He’s the least of my worries. My father probably didn’t even see fit to mention it to him.” He paused, waiting for a question that didn’t come. So, he continued. “The general wouldn’t want the king to know that a thirteen-year-old stripling could get to him.”
“Thirteen?” Evan said.
Destin nodded. “Fifteen, now. We’ve been on the run for two years, sometimes one step ahead of the general. He wouldn’t want to admit that my mother had left him—that would get her family asking questions. If he involved the king, it would tie his hands. No. He’ll handle it himself.”
“Do you really think he’s looking for you after two years? I mean, with the war and the king, he’s got—”
“As long as the bastard’s alive, he’ll be looking for us,” Destin said. “Like I told you, he’s not the kind you can leave. Tarvos is our last option.”
“I’m sorry,” Evan said.
“I don’t want your sympathy,” Destin said. “I want your help.” Why can’t you just say yes, like any reasonable person? When someone offers you a ship, and a home, and a bag of money, you say yes.
“If you want my help, you need to be straight with me, and not try to gammon me like an easy mark. I may be a waterfront rat, but I’m not stupid.”
“I deserve that, I suppose.”
Evan rolled his eyes. “Yes. You do. So, now—if you plan to leave me with your mother, then where do you plan to be?”
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