Chapter Seven
Dane stared as Prissi took Rhiannon away, his face inscrutable. Tyler was beside him, watching too as the diminutive Ember followed.
“She’s a bloody hero,” he said, not without anger. Dane knew that he worried for the silent woman. There were those on the island who didn’t appreciate her kindness to the sporadic captives who were brought here.
Dane grunted assent, unwilling to admit that he was grateful for Ember’s intercession. His gaze rested on the tall blonde woman who was staring intently towards him, her proud face set in lines of irritation as she waited. Mairead.
“‘Tis the last of it, Capt’n. Should we bring up Tomas?” from behind him. Without even looking, Dane nodded. Tyler glanced at him.
“Capt’n?”
“Nothing.”
Dane whirled as he heard the footsteps approach,
