Page 75 of Falling for the Doomed Bride
Sofie looked up from the handwritten flier I’d given her, her brows practically knotted. “You already sent this? To Endergeist’sroyal navy?”
“Too much?” I asked.
“Way too much,” she agreed.
“Then it’s perfect. Who would want to be too little or just enough?”
Oasis sighed dramatically from her bed. “How did I let you rope me into another venture?”
“How can we even be sure Dewspell will devise the right spells in time?” Sofie added.
“Or that I’ll be well enough?” Omar asked, punctuating his words with a groan. I was certain he'd done it solely to prove his point.
I brushed aside their concerns. “My friends, we are privateers. When all else fails, we make our own luck.”
“Privateers now, and not pirates?” Sofie questioned. “If I ask what the difference is, will you actually explain it this time?”
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I would, but you see, wife, a little mystery is important in a healthy marriage. And I was hoping to have a much longer one this time.”
She cocked a red brow. “How long were you thinking?”
I shrugged, still holding her close. “How about for as long as webothshall live?”
When Sofie’s face broke into a smile in reply, I knew that, while I might not be the king of the pirates, I’d still won the greatest treasure of them all:
Her heart.
And really, didn’t that make me the greatest pirate of them all?
