“This’ll work. Thank you, Maxton.”
powers I don’t know about?”
small smile. That smile… Holy. Wow. “You gave me your shirt. Unless you’re also
a slave, you have your own clothes.”
tag with my name in it on my shirt. “That’s right. Sorry. And what’s your
a moment. I wondered the last time that anyone had smiled at her.
more of sadness than anything funny. “I haven’t said my name in years.”
proprietor call you?” And I immediately regretted that question.
of her actual emotion. “You don’t want to know.”
take a nap or something while I go get my work done? When you wake up, we’ll be
there.”She must have noticed the off
change in my tone, but just looked at me before going to my bed. “Okay.” She
laid down, facing the wall, and sighed so deeply. “A bed,” I heard her mutter.
“Wow, I’d forgotten.”
the back of my head to the wall, and stayed there for a minute. A couple of
Havard’s regulars walked by, but I said nothing to them. He always had workers
here and there, but I was his right hand and everybody knew it.
thumb to the scanner, and went inside. Havard used the old technologies. He
said it was cheap and gave the illusion of safety. If someone was dumb enough
to crack through his security, then they’d meet their maker soon rather than
later for being than dumb.
postpone our shipment for a day.”
voice. There was no reason I could think of that Havard would make his
shipments late. None. Except silver.
crossed my arms. “So. Slaves escape sometimes. Who cares?”
pretty silver.” He flipped the screen hanging over his desk around so I could
see it. There she was. The redheaded beauty. And next to her face was a number
I never thought I’d see in my lifetime.”
night longer, was a little late on our shipments, we could find her. I’ll split
the finder’s fee with you.”
change so much for me. Could I really let one conversation with this girl take
away everything I’ve worked my whole life for?
the one girl who did mean something
to me back home. This girl on this ship meant nothing to me, but that girl back
home was my life. I barely knew her anymore because I’d been gone so long, but
she was everything and I needed this money to save her. I remembered that as I
uttered my next word and condemned the girl in my room to hell.
Havard.” I grinned my best evil grin. “I was just coming to find you.”
knowing he was about to make some silver. “Why was that?”
“She stowed away in the ship.” I leaned in with my knuckles on his desk. “She’s
in my room, right now.”
leaned back and smiled before jumping up from his seat. “Let’s go, crook.”
Shelly is a NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY
bestselling author from a small town in Georgia and loves everything about the
south. She is wife to a fantastical husband and stay-at-home mom to two boisterous
and mischievous boys who keep her on her toes. She hoards paperbacks, devours
sweet tea, searches year-round for candy corn, and loves to spend time with her
family and friends, go out to eat at new restaurants, site-see in the new areas
they travel to, listen to music, and, of course, loves to read, but doesn’t
have much time to these days with all the characters filling her head begging
to come out. She is author to over twenty books and counting!
in the writing and imagination process. She doesn’t go anywhere without her
notepad for fear of an idea creeping up and not being able to write it down
immediately, even in the middle of the night, where her best ideas are born.