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The fairy assassin’s brows furrowed together.
“That’s his brooding face,” Barnabas said. “When Fallon gets that look, it’s best to leave him be.”
Fallon gave Barnabas a withering glare at which the vamp laughed.
“The Crow’s Nest is just up ahead.” Kaillen pointed down the lane we’d turned onto. The domal’s swift trot hadn’t lessened, and the mighty ships I’d seen from the city’s other side now glistened like polished ivory in the fading twilight.
I wasn’t sure what fae ships were made from, but the cream-colored exterior appeared smooth with darker colored lines scouring the seams.
“Bone ships.” Barnabas leaned forward, his eyes brightening with interest. “The fae ships are much sturdier than the earthly ones. Almost makes me wish I was a sailor again.”
“Again?” I cocked my head. “Have you been on many ships?” I asked as the domal pulled up to a tavern with a sign hanging over the door in faded paint informing us that we’d reached The Crow’s Nest. The bar’s windows revealed a boisterous party inside, and if the music, laughter, and noise of scraping chairs were any indication of what was to come, I was glad I’d worn sturdy boots.
We all stepped out of the carriage as Barnabas sighed wistfully. “I have. Before I was turned, I sailed the high seas on earth. Of course, the fun we had then is now a thing of the past.”
“Being a sailor was fun? Seriously?” From what I’d learned in history class, it was a life of hardship. “How long ago was that?”
“Roughly four hundred years ago.”
“Didn’t you get scurvy or something before you turned to a vamp?” I asked as the four of us walked to the door. “Surely, that wasn’t fun.”
“Oh, it was plenty of fun if you were a pirate.” He gri
“Don’t get him started.” Kaillen slid an arm around my waist, and my wolf preened at the contact, practically purring to have her mate so close. “Once he gets started about the old glory days, he doesn’t shut up.”
“And whatever you do, don’t mention the B word.” Fallon pulled the tavern’s door open.
“B word?” I scrunched my nose up as a zap of magic washed along my skin when we stepped over the tavern’s threshold.
“Blackbeard,” Kaillen whispered into my ear, then nipped my earlobe.
A shiver danced through me as Barnabas cussed. “That Blackbeard was a wily sonuvabitch who—”
A knife flew right for Barnabas’s head.
The vamp dipped to the side, the movement graceful and executed with perfect ease.
The knife’s blade embedded itself into the wooden post behind him, then a high-pitched scream came from across the room.
“And I see that they’re still quite upset . . .” Barnabas sighed.
Before I could process what was happening, six fairies leaped toward us.