Moon Borne (Halcyon Romance Series Book 1) (14 page)

Just as Arsenius had almost done to Kyme last night. That awareness sobered him better than any bucket of ice water.

“Ah…” Thereus smirked at him. His nostrils flared. “You carry her scent.”

Arsenius barely controlled the rumble in his chest. He should never have listened to the bloody centaur. Grunting, he switched the topic of their conversation. “Were you able to procure a decent price for the Lamiae ship?”

“
Agh
, you know Gaspard.” Thereus dusted off his flanks as he rose, apparently accepting the change in the course of their discussion. Thank the gods. “Any descendant of Hermes will never offer a fair deal if they fancy they can cheat you and get away with it. Even after three years, he pretends I don’t know what a Caravel is worth, or the market price for a new mast. The ship was in need of its share of repairs, but she was sea-worthy.”

“Aye, true. And?”

He shrugged and a wicked grin curved his mouth. “I threatened to sell him the ship
with
the Lamiae crew if he didn’t offer a decent price.”

Arsenius laughed. No one was better at negotiations than Thereus. “You divide the spoils yet?”

“Nope, assumed you’d like to have a look first.”

“Good.” He nodded in approval. “Tell the men we’ll meet at noon.”

“Aye, Captain.”

Folding his arms, he stared out at the vast blue-green expanse before him. He loved the ocean. Loved the waves, the smells. Most of all, he loved the freedom. Here, he was his own man, in charge of his destiny. “How long until we reach Krete?”

“A day, mayhap two. Depends on how charitable Poseidon’s feeling.” Thereus raked a hand through his hair. “Are you certain we shouldn’t visit those other coordinates first?”

Arsenius swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure how to answer his friend’s question. Truth was, there was no reason to rush the minotaur’s capture. He ought to complete his first mission before he took on another.

His mind argued that Krete wasn’t too far of a detour. His heart protested otherwise, craving more time with Kyme. Mayhap, a small, cowardly part of him feared discovering the truth about his sister.

He forced himself to focus as Thereus rambled on, now about the lad, Demetrius. “He’s adjusting?”

“Sort of.” The centaur clasped his hands behind his back and whistled. “Lad refuses to sleep with the other men. Or even rest. Bloody hell, he knows nothing about ships or sailing. Going to take me forever to train him—green as a leaf.” Thereus snorted.

Arsenius chuckled. The centaur made a great pyrate, but he had no patience for those without skills. Perhaps because he was so hard on himself.

“Assign Nestor to him for the day. Tell the boatswain he’ll have two recruits to train.”

“Two, sir?”

He grinned. “Time for the Amazon to haul her weight.” If she was no longer his slave, he’d treat her like a member of his crew.

Thereus laughed. “Ah, so should I free the other slaves as well, Captain?”

Arsenius replied by jabbing his elbow into his friend’s gut, causing him to sink back onto his hind legs. He shook his head at Thereus’s chuckling and returned his attention to the ocean. What game was he playing with Kyme? She’d agreed to help him locate Lena, but afterward he’d send her on her way. Until then, if he possessed any intelligence, he’d leave her the hell alone.

And never risk touching her again.

***

Rap-pa-tap-tap.
Kyme yawned into her pillow and stretched on the bed. From the tune of the knock, Jason waited outside. She’d have to ask Arsenius why pyrates were so musically inclined. That was, if she could face him after the way she’d behaved last night. The anticipation of seeing him again jolted her to full consciousness.

Had she actually cried out his name loud enough for the entire crew to hear? She ought to be mortified, but the heat flushing her skin wasn’t from embarrassment.

She wanted more.

The door creaked open and instead of shoving a tray of food at her, Jason smiled. “Will ye follow me, Miss?”

Kyme groaned. Not again. She refused to sneak off to another island with Thereus. She grabbed Jason’s arm. “Where are you taking me?”

“Captain says you’re to learn how to be a sailor.”

“Oh, he does, does he?” The captain must have had a change of heart regarding her slave status. She smiled, happy to work any position on the ship so long as it meant getting out of the stifling cabin. With the wind in her face, she could inhale fresh, briny air.

That long-dreamed of breath turned into a gasp as Jason directed her to the
Adrasteia’s
other newest recruit.

The slave boy. What was he doing here? Her heart jolted a series of rapid thuds. Had the slaver freed him? Despite her reservations about the slaver’s profession, thus far she’d only discovered evidence of his propensity toward mercenary. Which was slightly less reprehensible.

“Hello.” The youth extended his hand along with a tentative smile. No doubt after her display at the symposium he would be unsure of her.

The stares of the crew burned into her back. They’d accepted her presence as a slave, but as one of them? Not likely. Even considering her role in the Lamiae battle a few days before, men didn’t like women aboard their ships.

New initiates were always held to higher standards. Even in her Amazon camp, her sisters would prey upon any perceived weakness. A slow smile spread across her face. These pyrates were not so different.

Both Kyme and this lad fell under the crew’s scrutiny. He would have to prove his skill as much as she.

Show no weakness.

She accepted his hand, and with her other, struck him a hard punch in the gut. The air flew out of his lungs with a giant whoosh. He buckled, but to his credit, didn’t stumble. Not to his credit, he didn’t return her blow.

She marched up to him and scowled at his wide eyes. “If you want to live, you’d better fight me.”

He gulped, but as he glanced at the crew gathered around them, his gaze narrowed on her. His large arm swept out at her. She easily dodged his clumsy blow, spun behind him, and landed a kick on his lower back. As she righted herself, he twisted around and tackled her. His colossal weight crushed her against the ship’s deck. She kicked and shoved at him with every ounce of her strength, but, well, even half-giants were built of lead.

“Do you yield?” His voice betrayed a depth beyond his years, and she peered into the warmest blue eyes. Coupled with his strong, rugged jaw and strikingly etched cheekbones, he would no doubt steal dozens of hearts.

“Yes.” She groaned as he eased off her.

“Care to tell me what that was about?” He offered his hand and as she accepted, he swung her to her feet as though she weighed no more than a babe. Sweet Artemis, what brawn.
Make that hundreds of hearts.

She straightened and dusted off her tunic while stealing glimpses of the crew. Her plan had worked. The wariness in their frowns declared they would think twice before they approached her or the lad.

“My name is Kyme.” She craned her neck to peer at him. Gods, he was huge. “You’ll thank me later.” She winked and extended her hand.

He stuttered as he clasped her hand. “Dem… I’m Demetrius.”

Jason snickered from where he perched on a platform above them. “You’re in trouble.” He jerked his head toward the rear of the ship. “She’s Captain’s.”

The blood drained from Demetrius’s face. She followed his survey. Across the ship, Arsenius stalked toward them, fury rolling off his broad shoulders.

While Demetrius trembled next to her, Kyme’s body quivered with an entirely different anticipation.

“What the hell is going on?” Arsenius snarled at them.

Detecting the feral tint in his eyes, she stepped in between the two males. “Demetrius had a question about a certain technique, so I gave him a demonstration. He’s a most apt pupil.” She placed her hand on Arsenius’s arm to stay him.

He eased the moment she made contact, and softened as he peered at her. “She hurt you?” A smile tugged at his lips.

“N-No, sir.”

“Good.” Arsenius nodded. “Carry on, then.” He studied the half-giant for a moment and, suppressing his laughter, strode off.

***

The moment Nestor cast his attention to another matter, Kyme abandoned the bundle of ropes she’d been practicing knots on and slipped away to the mainmast. She fingered one of the manacles. The metal hummed with power—most definitely a creation of the gods. Turning it over, she examined the symbol of Hephaestus—a hammer and anvil surrounded by flames.

“Careful with those.”

She jerked at the timbre of Arsenius’s voice behind her. As he pried the manacle from her grasp, his hand brushed hers. The warmth tingled down to her toes. “What happened to you last night? Did your father curse y—”

“You and I would call it a curse. Ares claims the war frenzy is a birthright.”

A war frenzy. She’d misjudged him yet again. Arsenius was far more dangerous than she’d ever imagined. “What about those markings?”

“They form whenever the beast inside me is let loose. I cannot control it,
Amazone
, so for your sake, don’t ever draw my blood again.” He leaned closer and the heat of his large body caressed her.

Her breath hitched at his nearness, and her blood warmed as she recalled why she’d bitten his lip. The memory of his mouth upon her skin raised her blood to a full boil.

“Thereus said… He told me I am your mate.” She shuffled back and studied him, praying he would refute the claim. Such nonsense couldn’t possibly be true.

“The centaur means well.” He shrugged. “Do not fear,
Amazone
, Artemis would never permit such a union.” The corner of his mouth curled. Was he holding in laughter, or some other emotion?

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she scanned those charcoal grey depths. Attraction between them was acceptable, a bond was not. It was simply unheard of. She swallowed, her throat suddenly too dry. She’d half expected him to use the bond as an excuse for his behavior. Jealousy, intense attraction, and possessiveness were signs of a male bonding to his female.

Most obvious was the marking, a thin band circling the male’s left bicep. Once bonded, a male could take no other female. Females did not reciprocate the bond—one of Aphrodite’s little jests. The female half of the union was free to entertain as many other males as she pleased, while the male could mate only with her. Aphrodite’s son, Eros, countered his mother’s decree by ensuring the female found unrivaled pleasure only with her bonded male.

Which might explain her wanton reaction to Arsenius last night.

She squinted at his left bicep. The mark’s manifestation varied, depending on the species. The Wind Borne bore the mark once their two life forces joined. Centaurs performed a sacred ceremony after the first mating.

Arsenius belonged to no race. Ares’s descendants were bastards, half-breeds like Arsenius. What actions were necessary for the mark to appear on him?

His gaze did not waver. Her tense muscles eased. He must be telling the truth. The slaver would know whether or not she was his mate. There was no reason for him to deny it.

Besides, Arsenius was correct. Her goddess would never relinquish any of her warriors to the bond.

Never.

Chapter 13

High on the ship, Kyme clenched her jaw, gathering the ropes in one hand and tugging at the tight breeches Jason had loaned her. Satisfied they would stay up, she let the ropes slide through her fingers as she’d observed the other riggers do. Her stomach flopped, reminding her not to look down. She wasn’t particularly afraid of heights—she’d climbed mountains before. The Caucasus Mountains were a favorite hunting ground of the Amazons.

Mountains didn’t sway in the wind.

Oh, she had nothing against wind. Except when it whipped around her, causing tendrils of her hair to break free of her braid and slash across her face. And when she was fifty feet in the air, on an undulating vessel, no less.

Why had she volunteered to help unfurl the sails? This was one of the most dangerous jobs on board a ship. Yes, that was why she’d volunteered. That, and her spirits were already flying high.

She wasn’t Arsenius’s mate. He’d denied it so assuredly.

The bond was an attachment she’d been taught to scorn since her first breath. If Arsenius was bonding to her, she would not be able to remain with him. She could never bring a bonded male home to her godmother. And having one trail her home like a lost puppy would be a humiliation she would never outlive.

But since he wasn’t? It meant that whatever had happened between them last night…might happen again.

Gritting her teeth, she steeled herself, centered her balance, and traversed along the footropes. Relief and adrenaline flooded her veins as she climbed down the rigging.

Nestor led her and Demetrius through the rest of the workings of the ship. Though she tried to concentrate, her mind churned over her evening with Arsenius. And what awaited her tonight.

***

“Neither would Ares,” Arsenius mumbled to himself as he recalled what he’d told Kyme. He was bloody sure neither god would permit him to bond to the Amazon.