Asahi jerked upright, suddenly wide awake. A sound on his left caused him to turn in that direction. He automatically reached for the dagger by his side. It was missing.
“Asahi, how do you feel?” Ashure asked, stepping out of the shadows.
“My dagger—Mr. Gryphon—where is it?” he forced past his dry throat.
The Pirate King walked over to a table and poured water from a pitcher into a crystal cup. Asahi took deep, calming breaths to quiet his thundering heart.
Twisting on the cot, he swung his legs to the ground, and gratefully accepted the cup, drinking all the water in one long gulp. Ashure raised his eyebrow before he turned and retrieved the pitcher. Ashure refilled his cup two more times before Asahi was sated.
“Here is your dagger,” Ashure said, holding it out to him.
“Thank you,”
