Chapter 5
Maeve and Sinbad faced each other, anger flashing in their eyes. They were both hurting inside and too damned stubborn to say anything to each other.
Two people who took risks every day with their lives were afraid to place their hearts on the line because they knew that if they were rejected, it would destroy them for sure. So instead, they kept their feelings bottled up inside - scared to take a chance.
Sinbad spoke in a low, controlled voice, mindful of the avid spectators. "Maeve, you are being ridiculous. Stop this childish behavior and let's continue on our search of the island."
Maeve, being the hothead that she was, seethed in anger and her voice rose, heedless of her surroundings. "I'M being childish?"
"Oh no," the crew groaned simultaneously. NOW he was in for it.
"I'll show you childish," Maeve ground out, her fingers conjuring a spell. Before she could launch it, Sinbad grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
'Maeve. Stop this now." He looked into her eyes and saw the anger mixed with pain there. "Please."
It was the last word, softly spoken, that calmed her. The fires in her eyes banked and her body relaxed. She closed her eyes briefly and took a shaky breath. He released her hands and brushed tendrils of hair away from her face.
"Sorry about that Sinbad," she whispered.
He smiled. "Don't be. We both lost our heads for a moment there."
She raised her face to his. Amber eyes met silver-blue and they both stopped breathing for a moment. Their faces were so close, they were practically touching and if any one of them even moved an inch......
Shouts of alarm from the crew drew them out of the spell. They spun around to see what looked like a large black shadow silently gliding across the floor towards them. As it approached the crew, it split off into four parts and headed in the direction of the four people associated with magic on the ship. Maeve, Sinbad, Dermott and Bryn.
"Oh no!" Bryn groaned. "Why does it always have to be us?'
Dermott couldn't help but laugh as he assumed a defensive position next to the dark-haired woman. "Luck, darling, pure luck."
"I think it's our popularity," Maeve tossed out from behind them. "I also think that it would be a good idea if we stuck close together and fought them so that we can back each other up if we need to."
The other three nodded and Sinbad signaled the rest of the crew to cover their backs. They used a combination of swords and magic from the three sorcerers but to no avail.
The things just kept on coming and nothing deterred them. Maeve frowned as she saw that the shadows had effectively cut the four of them off from the rest of the crew and were advancing upon them.
Then, in a sudden, swift move, the four things converged on the group, swallowing them up in darkness.
Then, they vanished, taking the group with them.
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Maeve and Sinbad faced each other, anger flashing in their eyes. They were both hurting inside and too damned stubborn to say anything to each other.
Two people who took risks every day with their lives were afraid to place their hearts on the line because they knew that if they were rejected, it would destroy them for sure. So instead, they kept their feelings bottled up inside - scared to take a chance.
Sinbad spoke in a low, controlled voice, mindful of the avid spectators. "Maeve, you are being ridiculous. Stop this childish behavior and let's continue on our search of the island."
Maeve, being the hothead that she was, seethed in anger and her voice rose, heedless of her surroundings. "I'M being childish?"
"Oh no," the crew groaned simultaneously. NOW he was in for it.
"I'll show you childish," Maeve ground out, her fingers conjuring a spell. Before she could launch it, Sinbad grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
'Maeve. Stop this now." He looked into her eyes and saw the anger mixed with pain there. "Please."
It was the last word, softly spoken, that calmed her. The fires in her eyes banked and her body relaxed. She closed her eyes briefly and took a shaky breath. He released her hands and brushed tendrils of hair away from her face.
"Sorry about that Sinbad," she whispered.
He smiled. "Don't be. We both lost our heads for a moment there."
She raised her face to his. Amber eyes met silver-blue and they both stopped breathing for a moment. Their faces were so close, they were practically touching and if any one of them even moved an inch......
Shouts of alarm from the crew drew them out of the spell. They spun around to see what looked like a large black shadow silently gliding across the floor towards them. As it approached the crew, it split off into four parts and headed in the direction of the four people associated with magic on the ship. Maeve, Sinbad, Dermott and Bryn.
"Oh no!" Bryn groaned. "Why does it always have to be us?'
Dermott couldn't help but laugh as he assumed a defensive position next to the dark-haired woman. "Luck, darling, pure luck."
"I think it's our popularity," Maeve tossed out from behind them. "I also think that it would be a good idea if we stuck close together and fought them so that we can back each other up if we need to."
The other three nodded and Sinbad signaled the rest of the crew to cover their backs. They used a combination of swords and magic from the three sorcerers but to no avail.
The things just kept on coming and nothing deterred them. Maeve frowned as she saw that the shadows had effectively cut the four of them off from the rest of the crew and were advancing upon them.
Then, in a sudden, swift move, the four things converged on the group, swallowing them up in darkness.
Then, they vanished, taking the group with them.
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