I attempt to not let anything I am feeling show on my face.
Orlagh leans forward as though she senses blood in the water. “You ought not to allow such disobedience.”
Hann shrugs nonchalantly. “Perhaps.”
Mikkel shifts on his horse. He’s clearly uncomfortable with the way Hann is speaking, carelessly, as though they are merely having a friendly conversation and Orlagh hasn’t come to chisel away his power, to weaken his rule. And if she knew Creg was gone, she might attack outright.
Looking at her, looking at Cage’s sneer and the selkies and merfolk’s strange, wet eyes, I feel powerless. I have given up command of Hann, and for it, I have his vow of marriage. But without anyone’s knowing, it seems less and less as though it ever happened.
“I am here to demand justice. Barata was my ambas
