Page 103 of Heir of Broken Souls

Delilah

Despite all I released, power still thrashes within my veins, begging for another burst of relief.

With another aspect of the prophecy coming true, I fear for what’s ahead. For the parts we have yet to translate. For what lies within the unknown.

Naia has claimed we’re only a few days away from reaching our destination and yet I can’t help but shake the sensation that despite everything occurring as the prophecy predicted, it’s all a bad omen.

Knox steps beside me, his shoulders drooping. “Gods, we have a lot of work to do,” he groans.

I stare at the wreckage Hazel’s storm left. The top deck is destroyed, and that’s putting it mildly.

The flooring of the deck is ripped and tattered in every area. Knox and I are standing on the only plank of wood that managed to remain nailed. The benches that surround the railing have been lost to the sea.

It’s a miracle in itself that the damage is only surface level. Thankfully we haven’t found an issue with sailing the ship—yet.

“I’m not sure there’s much we can do. We’re at sea for gods’ sake. Where are we going to get wood to repair it?”

Knox rubs the nape of his neck, the only sign of his distress.

Behind us, groaning, Lenox and Axel emerge on the top deck carrying four tables, one in each hand.

Knox’s brows flick upward. “Brilliant,” he whispers, before departing to no doubt find more tables and chairs to repair the deck.

Striding to the railing, I peer below, my gaze snagging on the pod swimming just below the surface. While everyone is preparing the ship, there’s business I need to face before we reach our destination. But the idea of it again makes me groan.

I plop my head in my hands and stare at the water as if it’s what’s wronged me. As if the sea was the one to impersonate my father, trap my power and true identity in a human form, and lie to me for over twenty years.

Snorting at the direction my thoughts take, I rise, pushing aside all my feelings and thoughts of that gods-awful man until I turn and startle. Lenox stands behind me, watching.

“Gods, Lenox, don’t you know not to sneak up on someone?”

Ignoring me, his eyes track to the now calm water before lifting to my shoulder. He opens his mouth only to slam it shut. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “I can teach you how to fly.”

It takes everything within me not to openly frown at him and his kind offer. Lenox has been a dutiful second to Knox, but he has remained at a distance from everyone. Him offering this now, I can’t help but wonder why.

Could he know about what I was shown last night? I haven’t told a soul. Not even Knox.

“You can…?” I ask slowly, letting my words trail off.

He dips his head, still emotionless. “I can.”

Looking around the ship and at the amount of work needed to do, I decide to be selfish and smile. “Okay, teach me.”

“Teach you what?” Knox drawls as he strides to my side.

“How to fly.”

Knox slowly reaches out, sliding his warm palm across my lower back. He pivots me to him. “Will you inform the pod? Allow them to assist if you?—”

“Plummet into the water again? It’s a guarantee I will, so of course.”

Knox winks. “Have faith and trust your body.”

My cheeks flame at the reminder of Knox’slesson.

Swallowing thickly at the heat filling his gaze, Knox dips his chin. “Very well then, call if you need me.”

Blinking furiously at his retreating form, a stunned shock of laughter explodes from my chest.