Engines and werewolves

Chapter 86

So this time, I let them take me. It turns out to be the right move. Olite is no fool, and there are a dozen armed crew waiting nervously outside the entrance to the Captain’s tower.

“I’ll work this out,” the Scholar says. “Don’t worry.”

We’re not bound and gagged, but the circle of guards marks us clearly as prisoners. We descend via the cage, in carefully managed shifts so I’m never alone. I’m honestly impressed—the Ward Guard in Rachtown would have given me a dozen chances to s***h someone’s throat and make a run for it by now. Olite catches my eye and smiles, as though it’s all one big joke, but Ketra’s expression is grim.

“So what happens now?” I ask, when we’re on the deck.

Ketra shakes his head. “It has yet to be decided. For the moment, you will be detained.” He glares at the S