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Although in my thinking I did, at one point, see just how well we were co
He was in the palace library, pouring over some old Jokja text. I saw him like I was standing in the doorway, but he didn’t look up, didn’t greet me, at least not in the physical. Instead, I heard his voice in my head.
I thought you wanted to be alone.
I am alone. So are you.
For all I knew he was still reading that stupid book, but when I thought that he smiled. Just for a second.
Not so alone, he told me. You’re here.
Not really.
Your thoughts are. It’s the same thing.
No it ain’t. Except I didn’t say it, exactly, nor did I think those specific words. I just… disagreed with him.
We can do this across the seas, he went on. You do know that, right? We won’t really be splitting apart–
Out in the garden, I sat up, knocking my head against the banana leaves. Rain soaked through my hair, though my clothes. The image of Naji in the library was lost. His voice in my head was a whisper: Ana
I shook my head, trying to knock him out. It didn’t work. So I focused on the sound of the rain as it pattered across the garden, and in a few minutes I was alone again.
Won’t really be splitting apart.
I curled up beneath the banana tree, tucking my chin onto my knees. I knew he was right, but–
I just didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about anything.
At sunset, I walked down to the Nadir alone. She was waiting for me in her place at the docks, her sails drawn up tight, her pirate colors fluttering like they were the Jokja flag. In the golden light of day’s end, she looked like something out of a dream, like something out of one of Echo’s visions.
Almost too perfect for me.
“Ana
“Got lost in the garden.”
She laughed. I wondered if Queen Saida was go
But there wasn’t. It was just Marjani standing there in a simple blue dress, and the only person by her side was Naji.
His eyes crinkled when he saw me, and at first I wanted to ignore him, pretend he was just another scummy among the crew. But when he held out his hand I took it, and I let him drew me close and kiss me softly on the mouth. And I knew then that I’d missed his touch.
“Alright, men,” Marjani hollered. “I made you all come back here for a reason.”
“We leaving?” called out Bashar. “Finally sailing off to Lisirra like you promised?”
“You are,” Marjani said, and the crew whooped and hollered without thinking on what she might’ve meant by that.
“In fact, you can leave tonight,” she said, and the cheers picked up again. “Assuming that’s what your captain wants.”
That got their attention. Finally.
“And what do you want?” somebody called out.
“I’m not your captain anymore,” Marjani said.
Silence. My palms were sweating, and I wiped them on the edge of my dress.
“You saying he is?” Bashar asked, pointing at Naji. “He ain’t no captain. He don’t know his way around a boat–”
“I’m saying she is,” Marjani said.
Every eye on that boat turned to me. The silence was even thicker than before, so thick I choked on it like Otherworld mist. I realized, standing there, that I’d expected to be jeered, but this silence was worse.
And then Jeric yi Niru stepped out from the knot of crewman. “A
I glared at him.
Still, his words broke some spell, and the crew started cheering the way they had when Marjani said we were setting sail for Lisirra. I didn’t quite believe it at first, that they were cheering – well, not for me really, but for the idea of me as their captain.
“So are we setting sail tonight, Captain First Mate?” Jeric asked me.
“Don’t call me that.” I stepped forward and looked out over the crew, all of them staring back at me, waiting to give an order. And I knew I could order them to take me anywhere but Lisirra, all the way to the underside of the world if I wanted, and Naji couldn’t do a thing about it.
Except he could. Even if he didn’t blow the ship off course he could slip into the shadows or go through the trance-place and I’d never see him again.
“We’ll set sail tonight,” I said. I could feel Naji staring at me, but I didn’t say nothing. “We’ll set sail tonight, and we’ll set sail to Lisirra.”
Lisirra was as hot as I remembered, that dry baking heat that soaked into my skin and made me feel like I was home. Naji and me walked side by side through the streets of the pleasure district. It was the middle of the day, and everyone was tucked away in the shadowy coolness of the buildings, the way the Nadir was tucked into the Lisirran dock under a fake name and the promise of a few sheets of pressed silver.
Every now and then Naji’s hand touched mine. Every time it did my body shivered with happiness.
Naji took me to an i
Upstairs in the room, Naji undressed me slow and soft, starting with my boots and jacket and then undoing my dress with all the precision of a clockmaker. He stood behind me as he pulled my underclothes off me, and then he pulled my naked body close to him and kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “I’m not leaving you.”
I twisted around to glare at him. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
He gazed at me for a few seconds. Then he tapped his finger against his temple, tapped it against mine.
“That ain’t the same!”
“I know,” he said softly, “but it’s there.”
He set me down on the bed and stood in front of me as he peeled off his own clothes. His tattoos gleamed in the light streaming through the windows. The scar on his chest looked a million years old. The scar on his face from the Mists lord’s knife did not.
He crawled on top of me and kissed my mouth and neck and my stomach. He kissed every part of me. Every time he kissed me he told me that he loved me, and after a while I knew I had to believe him.
We stayed in the i
“I’m not leaving you,” he said again.
“Don’t.” I was go
Naji rolled over so we were facing each other. Ran his fingers over my lips. “I’m not even talking about reading your thoughts,” he said. “Even if we couldn’t do that, I still wouldn’t be leaving you.”
I scowled up at the ceiling.
“Would you want to stay in one place?” he asked.
“What?”
“Say I bought you a house in Lisirra,” he said. “The garden district, maybe. And you lived there. And I could travel through the shadows to come see you–”
“Like the Hariris?” I frowned.
“You wouldn’t like that?”
“I like being on a boat.”
Naji brushed my hair away from my forehead. “I know,” he said. “It’s part of you. The ocean. The water. You can’t stay in one place. Even if you wanted to.”