Cassian
‘f**k’s sake, Kabir!’ I holler in the mind-link. It takes every ounce of control to keep from running up to the helm and slamming him against the wheel. ‘That was too close!’
‘It’s only a cargo hold,’ he explains. ‘I know those vessels well. Sailed on one myself.’
‘Did it not f*****g occur to you that they may be holding her down in cargo?’ The man is usually a lot smarter than this.
‘I—a lady?’ he stammers. ‘Alpha King, I hardly doubt that.’
‘Make no assumptions about the assholes who would dare touch my mate!’ I answer. ‘Go for the f*****g sail so they can’t get away!’
‘Aye.’
Moments later, another volley flew through the air, this time a chain shot, its two cannonballs stretching the chain between them mid-air before they crash against the ship’s mast, twisting around the
