I didn't know how to save him. I didn't know how to keep her safe.
She was not safe on Grymm’s ship. Hell, if they had found us here, safe probably wasn't going to be safe anywhere.
"No, no we aren't."
I grabbed her free hand, pulling her behind me as I shuffled us behind a wall of shipping containers, following the sound of the Coxian's footsteps. I didn't know where they had parked their ship, but if I could get there before they could...
"If we are going to fight them, you are going the wrong way."
"We aren't going to fight them," I said, dodging through the human slaves that were loading a shuttle a few bays down, finally catching sight of Fey's father ship, the monstrosity parked on the other side of the massive thoroughfare.
Shit. That was a complication I wasn't expecting.
"Okay, then what are we planning on doing?" She was gripping the knife even tighter, slicing it through the air in a few practice swipes. Damn. The fire in her was making me hard.
Keep it together, Myro. If I got too aroused and sent out a wave of desire we were going to be in a lot of trouble.
"We are going to sneak on board." It was the flimsiest, silliest plan, and the look she gave me said as much. But I simply couldn't think of anything else. "Once on board and flying we can pick them off one by one."
"You mean I can pick them off one by one." She grinned at me, flipping the knife again. I only nodded. She knew the truth as much as I did. "That'll work."
It had to. We didn't have another option.
"Let's go."
Kylie stayed tight against me as we shimmied behind stacks of crates and weapons and loading and fueling equipment. Heads turned, people yelled, but even then no one paid us much mind. We could have escaped without notice, but instead we stood against a large bay wall, the massive ship a hundred furlews away. All that remained was the open space that they used to shuttle ships. A hundred furlews of open space that we could be seen in.
A glance down the hall showed that the Coxians were not that far off, the bloodied Fey slung between them. We only had one chance.
"We will need to get into the back bay before them, I know right where we can hide. But we have to get in first."
"We need a distraction," Kylie was staring as intently at the quickly advancing party, thinking hard. Then she turned and grabbed one of the glass jars that was stacked on the side in preparation for loading and shipping to who knows where.
She threw it before I could stop her. It flew through the air in slow motion, my heartbeats punctuating the passing seconds. Then, it landed on the metal floor and the glass clanged, the green fluid spilled over, and the ship hands in the bay behind us began yelling, one of them running out to grab the jar. Two more followed behind, all of them yelling at each other and then at us.
It was enough. It had to be. I held her to the side of me, close enough that hopefully she wouldn't be seen behind my golden skin. The same second we popped out from behind the wall, Fey began yelling, his shouts mixing with those of the dock workers, mixing with the Coxians’ as they fought to restrain Fey.
As they began punching him again.
At the sound of Fey's shouts, the remaining Coxians at the ship took off to help. Leaving the bay wide open.
Even Kylie didn't fight me to chase after him and help, we took off together, racing up the plank and into the ship before anyone even turned to look at us.
19
Kylie
This ship looked like Fey and Myro's sip, if it had been dipped in a brighter, more concentrated gold.
And glitter.
I hadn't seen glitter since Fey had carried me out of The Scarlet Feather and now it was painted on the walls and floors of his father’s ship like it was meant to be luxurious. To me, it was nothing more than a sleeker, more expensive whore house.
Not that I saw much of it, Myro was nearly carrying me through the cargo hold, the voices of the Coxian warriors and the battered Fey only steps behind. Footsteps fell like rocks, our racing steps blending with the others as Myro glanced back, one dark look enough to show me how scared he was. I guess now was not the time to remind him that I had a habit of chopping off cocks for fun....
Shouts echoed through the massive cargo hold as we darted behind it, the sound zipping up my back and almost making me turn to fight. I knew I was being a royal idiot. There was no way I could fight all of them and come out alive, much less on top.
"Come on..." Myro pulled me after him, the look on my face clearly too confident for him to trust me. Or maybe it was the fact that I had lifted my knife... "The lower decks are usually empty."
I didn't miss his uncertainty—it turned the tight coils in my spine into springs. Okay, Myro had read me right, I was ready to turn and pounce on those bastards and stop them from whatever they were doing to Fey.
"Hold him down!" Someone yelled, the sound of flesh and blood splashing in an echo behind us.
"I'll hold someone down," I mumbled, wanting to turn even if I continued running with Myro, even if it meant tripping and likely exposing us.
"Not until we are in the air," Myro reminded me, one of the gold and glittery doors sliding open to reveal another hallway that was as gold and glittery as the last. Fuck, didn’t these people ever get sick of their own damn skin tone? "Then you can kill all you want."
We darted in, the
