by Sarah | February 25th, 2010
“I drag her back to Amber to get some much-needed answers,” Marius says, his hand tightening on his blade’s hilt.
Thalia continues her approach.
“Your idea of ‘better’ needs work,” Raven answers bluntly. “And we ain’t got a jail on board that’ll hold a mage. Alley. On your knees. Muster up something that sounds like you’ve spent the last week in a cask of rum and regret it. Hustle, and make it look good.” And if there was any question that that was an order, she resolves it with the kind of stare reserved for disobedient sailors and a stern, “Now.”
“And if you argue with me, you little shit, I’m going to be sore pressed not to slug you and throw you over my shoulder. And then, when she’s gone away, tie you up somewhere and leave you to sit until I’ve got my men.
“If you keep being a pain in my ass and forgetting that the idea is to leave, not get into more trouble, you’re walking home – promises to guide us back to Amber or not.”