Landon stood on the uppermost deck as the Dragon chewed away the sea separating the two vessels. Her hull was painted a blood red. Several sails were the same color; others were various shades of grey, blue, green, or white with numerous patches, making them appear more like a ragged quilt.
Dragon“It’s him.” Conal ground out the words as if they were pieces of gravel.
“Yes,” Landon answered warily, his voice soft and even, as if he raised it but a little, the air around Conal would catch fire.
The sharply angled boat rushed to engage the Seeker. Landon stood at his friend’s shoulder. “We’re not murderers, Conal.”
Seeker.“I know that.” Conal’s jaw clenched hard. “However, I believe Lady Justice has earned her due.” He stood still as a rock, except for the sea breeze lifting his hair fro
