He couldn’t quite see it. No matter how tightly he squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t make the vision come. All he saw were ships floating off into the black.
Rabia caught his hand, lacing her fingers between his and holding tight. He didn’t dare look over at her, just kept his eyes shut, letting her guide him down the street, desperately willing the happy ending to come true.
“It’s going to be OK,” Rabia said to him.
“Yeah. This meeting—isn’t this part of a plan to stop things?” Tak asked.
“Well, they mentioned the two of you as ‘witnesses’ from Barnacle Town. I’m guessing that means no dons are coming.” Rabia sighed. “I’m afraid they are going to let you talk for appearance’s sake, but they aren’t going to listen.”
“We have to try. There must be something we can say that will stop
