A Wedding By Dawn. Alison DeLaine
Tell him everything—make him see how imperative it was that she be in charge of her own destiny. She would promise anything in exchange for his forgiveness. Then perhaps he would let her and Millie join his crew, and then they would have protection instead of needing to make their way alone. And it would be just like before when they’d sailed with Katherine—
“India!” Millie’s voice hissed through the darkened passageway.
India turned. “Millie?”
Millie hurried from the darkness and grabbed India’s arm. “Come—come quickly!”
“What’s happened?”
Millie didn’t answer. India practically ran after her down the corridor to William’s cabin, through the door, and—
Oh, God. “What have you done?”
“I don’t know—I don’t know!”
India fell to William’s side, where he lay motionless on the floor.
“It isn’t as bad as it looks—”
“How can it not be as bad as it looks?” Oh, God. Oh, God. India shook him.
“No! Don’t try to rouse him!”
“We have to!” She listened for breath—yes! He was breathing.
“No, we don’t.” Millie grabbed her arm and tried to pull India to her feet. “India, this could be our opportunity. I didn’t mean to do it—I didn’t—but we won’t escape any other way...you know we won’t. And even if we do, what then? But if we take this ship back to Malta now, we can retake the Possession—”
“We can’t return to Malta. When William’s crew finds him like this, we’ll be killed.” She felt behind William’s head, encountered a bump wet with warm blood. Pain fisted in her stomach. “Mutiny? How could you? He’ll kill us himself when he awakes!”
“Not if we lock him in here.”
“We can’t do that! Not to William!”
“Have you forgotten he came here on Katherine’s orders?”
“You know bloody well the crew will never accept our leadership.”
“Did you not hear their complaints as we boarded? These men are not loyal to William. They were hired two months ago. They thought they would be a week at Malta, but instead they’re back at sea after only a day. Believe me, the promise of returning to Malta will have them in the palm of our hands. But in case it doesn’t...”
She held out a pistol, shot and powder.
The metal glinted in the moonlight through the windows of William’s cabin. India looked at the pistol. At Millie.
“I can’t do this. Millie, you should have told me first.”
“It wasn’t something I planned!”
“We’ll be pirates. Real pirates.”
Millie’s hands were trembling. She quickly set the pistol and shot on a chair. “He’s come to no real harm.”
“Aye,” India said sarcastically, “That is precisely the definition of piracy. As long as nobody comes to harm—”
“We shan’t be stealing William’s ship.” Millie sounded terrifyingly determined. “We shall merely divert it back to Malta and then return it.”
“If we return to Malta with William and Nicholas Warre aboard, there will be no way to keep them secured until we make our escape. We’ll be apprehended before we can weigh anchor out of Valletta.”
“Then we shall leave them off somewhere before Malta.”
India’s breathing turned shallow. Leaving them off was different from keeping them safely aboard.
“What are we going to do when William awakes?” India asked.
“There are things I can give him to keep him calm—”
“Millie, we can’t do that.”
“Do you have a better solution?”
Yes. They could wake William and beg for his mercy. But even William had limits, and they had already exceeded those limits by taking the Possession from Katherine.
Now there was no turning back.
Millie hurried to dress William’s wound while India held his head with shaky hands. “Is there any chance he would wake up and think he fell and hit his head?” India asked.
Millie answered with a look.
“You confronted him?”
“I went to ask him a question.”
“And knocked him unconscious?”
“I didn’t care for his answer! Hold his head higher.”
William’s slackened features were terrifying. “What if he dies? How can you be certain he won’t die?”
“Stop asking questions and help me put a pillow beneath his head!”
“What good will a pillow do us now?” None. A pillow would do them no good. But India stuffed one beneath him anyhow and grabbed up the pistol and shot.
* * *
NICK AWOKE TO the sharp pounding of a hammer.
What the devil—
He pushed himself upright in the darkness, realizing at the same time that the hammer was pounding against his door. He bolted out of bed and tried to wrest the door open, but something on the other side held it fast.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“What the devil is this about?” No answer. “Jaxbury! Jaxbury, you sodding bastard, open the bloody door!”
The hammering stopped, and it wasn’t Jaxbury that answered.
“How does it feel to be locked away, Mr. Warre?” Lady India’s voice singsonged through the door.
The implications raced through his mind. “Where is Jaxbury?”
“William is none of your concern. From now on you shall answer to me as your captain.”
“Tell me what’s happened to Jaxbury.” Lady India, and presumably Miss Germain, could not have taken over the ship unless—
“You need not fear for your safety, Mr. Warre, as long as you cause us no trouble. You shall be let off at Sicily—it should be easy enough for you to find passage back to England from there.”
Nick’s blood ran cold. “Is Jaxbury dead?”
“I do not care to answer any questions. You will remain in your cabin. Of course, that shouldn’t present any additional hardship for you with your ill health. But I intend to keep the door locked just in case.”
“So you will put me off at Sicily, and then what? You and Miss Germain will sail the Mediterranean in a stolen ship? Once the line of piracy is crossed, it can’t be undone.”
“If I tell you I fully intend to cross that line, will it make you less inclined to marry me? Only imagine what shame it will bring upon Taggart to have a pirate as its mistress.” Nick did not bother to answer. “Ah, well,” she said after a moment. “I thought not. But only consider, Mr. Warre, how much you could profit by piracy. More than fifty thousand, I daresay.”
“You and Miss Germain are as good as dead, Lady India. And anyone else out there—” he thought of the crew and called louder, in case any might be listening “—do you imagine you’ll not be counted as pirates, too?”
“Enjoy your voyage, Mr. Warre,” she called, and he heard her footsteps fading down the passageway.
He stared at the door.
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