Fallen Grace (The Death Dealer Book 1) (18 page)

Seeing that Grace was now entertaining guests, Marcus made his way over. Jack stopped what he was doing and gave his attention to the King of Thieves. He still held onto Grace’s wrist, though. “I heard there was a bit of an accident in the stables today.”

“I am far too clumsy sometimes.” Grace gave Marcus a sheepish grin but he was unamused.

“
And what is your excuse, Anders?”

“
She’s far too clumsy for my own good.” Jack leaned back in his chair; finally letting go of Grace. He reached into his coat and retrieved his pipe.

“
If I guess correctly, a drunken Mac may have had a hand in Grace’s clumsiness.” Neither Jack nor Grace wanted to reveal to Marcus what happened, however the King of Thieves had already made his assumptions on the matter. “Wouldn’t be the first time he’s caused an ‘accident’, and I doubt it will be the last. I can understand your silences, but I assure you the matter is being handled. I’ll have no more ‘accidents’ among friends.”

“
How do you plan to stop them?” Jack said. “It’s hard to punish clumsiness.”

“
Never you mind. If it happens again, let me know.” And Marcus was gone.

A silence settled between Grace and Jack. His expression was unreadable and Grace wondered if Jack’s mind was moving as fast as her own. “What do you think Marcus has planned?”

“My guess is he’s rooting out Mac’s followers first. There’s no telling what kind of allies Mac has or what his intentions are. I suspect Marcus is like The Death Dealer. He’s waiting for the right time, because it could be dangerous to move too soon.” Grace nodded her agreement and Jack continued, “I’m going to caution you again to keep your nose clean. You’ve gained Mac’s attention in too many ways now.” Jack patted her hand before he rose and left.

Nine

At lunch the next day, Grace was completely exhausted. She tossed and turned most of the night, thinking of Mac, Marcus, and about Jack’s cautions. What little sleep she did get barely helped in getting her through her morning chores in the stable. When lunch finally came around, she sat at the table next to Jack’s and put her head down for a quick nap. She didn’t even care about eating.

Jack put his feet up on the table and quietly watched Grace. He was not interested in company, but he said nothing. He just continued to smoke his pipe. If the girl wanted to sleep at his table, who was he to stop her?

The tavern was relatively dead until Ridley burst through the door. She was out of breath, but there was an enormous smile on her face. “You’ll never guess what I just saw down at the pier!”

A few regulars looked at Ridley and made some off-hand jokes, and then Jim Little emerged from the kitchen and slung a dish towel over his shoulder. “Don’t keep us guessing! What was down at the pier?”

“
A great ship with tattered flags from Nareroc.”

Someone threw a half-eaten potato at Ridley. She dodged it and it slapped against the wall. “You got our hopes up for something that happens all the time?”

“No, you fools! A Nareroc flag on a ship with a sea serpent’s head carved into the bow.” No one said anything. “Come on! The
Fearless Dawn
has returned!”

Grace lifted her head at this. The
Fearless Dawn
was a legendary pirate ship. The captain changed every few years, but the ship was a sailor’s nightmare, or so she heard. Ravaging women, pillaging ships, fearing no Navy and holding the ability to create a mist to hide in, the stories grew every year. It raided the coast near Arganis more than once when she was growing up, but the incidents were not clear in her memory. Grace found the whole business exhilarating. She had kept The Death Dealer quiet recently because the Thieves Guild cleared out trouble, but with pirates abroad she could return to her beloved hood.

Jack groaned in his corner. “That means Kay is back.”

Ridley pulled up a chair and sat between Grace and Jack’s tables. “Don’t be so harsh about Captain Kay.”

“
That woman is absolutely insane. She comes in here and starts fights, then leaves the Angel and all of Glenbard in a mess. I would rather see a pack of wild dogs run through here. Dogs, at least, do their business outside.”

“
This is your lucky day then, because Kay and some of the men from her crew are on their way. I’m going to go meet them outside.” Ridley jumped up and rushed back out the door.

“
Is this Kay woman really all that bad?” Grace asked.

“
She can be. She comes in using Nareroc flags so the King’s guard and the Navy won’t bother her, and then she causes a big ruckus and leaves to plunder some helpless merchant ships or little coastline villages. She’s my age, has been captain for over three years, and the crew seems to have become even more bloodthirsty under her.”

“
Ridley seemed quite taken by her.”

“
Yes. Kay Lansa is a hero to Ridley because she’s unafraid. However, she’s often unafraid and reckless.”

Grace sighed. “She sounds interesting enough. Maybe you should give her another chance. She cannot be as bad as you say.”

“There was a time we used to be friends, then she took to the sea and changed. But you'll see for yourself.”

The wooden door of the Angel was suddenly thrown open. A woman of medium height walked through the door, with Ridley following. She had the dusky complexion of native women of Nareroc. Her skin was darker than Sir Edmund’s was, because her blood wasn’t diluted with that of Cesernan’s nobility. She had thick, black hair tied back into a braid that fell to her mid-back. She kept a sword at her side, and Grace could make out the hilt of a dagger tied to her boot. About five men swarmed in behind her, each looking more grizzled and deadly than the last.

“Jim!” the woman called. “Drinks all around! The boys of the
Fearless Dawn
have returned and they’re thirsty!”

The crew members of the
Fearless Dawn
bustled in and sat here and there, but Kay, with Ridley at her side, made straight for Jack.

“
Jack Anders…still hanging around the Angel? Given any thought to my proposal?”

“
I have no wish to join you, or those dogs you travel with at sea. There’s no desire in me to be a pirate.” Jack put his pipe up to his lips and blew a smoke ring at Kay.

“
A fighter like you? I could use your bite on my crew. And I remember a time when you worked as an enforcer down by the docks. Busting skulls and breaking hands with the best.” Kay pulled up a chair and sat across from Jack, and Ridley returned to her chair between tables. Kay completely ignored Grace, but even Ridley wasn’t paying any mind to Grace.

“
Jack’s a lost cause, Kay. Me, on the other hand, I could be the best thing to happen to your ship,” Ridley said and sat straight up. She was a fierce enough looking youth, but Grace knew her better. She giggled at the thought of Ridley being a bloodthirsty pirate.

“
And who are you?” Kay asked, turning her attention for the first time to Grace. “Who dares to sit so close to Mad Dog Anders? I’d like to say his bark is worse than his bite, but, well...” Kay motioned toward one of her men. A long, white scar ran down his left cheek.

Grace was shocked that Jack dared to give such a mark to anyone. She knew he was a former rusher, but it was one thing to be told something and another to see the damage. She didn’t care if the victim was a pirate.

Jack cleared his throat. “As I recall, Kay’s man there challenged me to a duel and lost.”

“
Who knew a stable boy was so good with swords?” Kay cut Jack a strange, almost seductive look, and Grace suddenly felt a bit jealous of the woman. She hated how her eyes looked Jack over as if he were something to be conquered.

“
Enough of that,” Kay said. “Tell me, girl, who are you?”

“
This is Grace Hilren, Kay,” Ridley cut in. “The one I told you about as we were walking.”

“
Ah yes, the noblewoman. You certainly are skinnier and shorter than I expected. I almost don’t believe you could lift a sword, much less duel with one.”

“
I have had a bit of training. Besides, looking at you, I judge you are not nearly as frightful as tales would have us believe.”

Kay glared hard at Grace and a great deal of tension formed between them. There was a silent battle raging, and neither looked like she would back down. Jack looked over at Ridley and shrugged.

“I can see you’re no coward,” Kay finally said. “Many a man has wet his trousers at a mere glance from me. I’m impressed; you have more gusto than I would have guessed.”

“
You have no idea.” Grace rose from her seat; never taking her eyes off Kay. “But it’s time I return to work. Those stalls aren’t going to clean themselves.”

Grace bowed her head in acknowledgment to Ridley and Jack. To Kay, she didn’t even offer a goodbye. It was the sort of snub a noblewoman of Katherine’s caliber would give.

Kay watched her go with great interest; thoroughly impressed with the girl’s stubbornness. “She certainly has spirit.”

“
She’s wonderful to have around, Kay,” Ridley said cheerfully. “She has even been able to put up with Mayhew, and Jack has been less sharp and bitter toward everyone since Grace arrived.”

“
Has he?” Kay turned her eyes toward Jack and raised her eyebrow. Jack said nothing. He simply blew another smoke ring in Kay’s direction.

~*~*~

After supper that evening, Grace and Ridley practiced knife fighting. The girl was still far better than Grace ever hoped to be, but she was catching up. That fact comforted her. Many of those she encountered as The Death Dealer were proficient enough with daggers and knives, so sword fighting was almost obsolete against them. The instruction received from Ridley was invaluable.

Not long into Ridley’s lesson, Kay came down to join them. “Ridley, dear, mind stepping aside for me?” Kay removed her jacket and threw it aside. “I’d like to fight the noblewoman.” Kay unsheathed her sword.

Ridley moved out of the way and one of Kay’s men provided her with a sword; handing it to Grace. 

“
Not afraid are you, milady?” Kay mocked as she circled Grace.

“
Afraid of a girl pretending to be a pirate? Hardly.”

“
Pretending?” Kay swung out with a high arc and Grace caught her blade with little effort. “Who’s pretending?”

Kay tried a lower hit the second time around, but Grace caught her blade and smirked. She had no doubt Kay would try to pull something, so Grace stayed on her toes. Kay had a height advantage and more combat experience, she was sure, but Grace was faster and could read Kay’s body movements even in the failing light. After so much time hunting bandits in the dark, her eyes became suited to fighting with little light for guidance. If Grace guessed correctly Kay had no formal training, which she hoped meant the pirate would be more uncoordinated.

“I’ve met kittens with more ferocity,” Grace said.

In her anger Kay made for another high arc, which Grace sidestepped and blocked. Kay realized Grace would be able to block her shots all night and knew it was time to step things up a bit. Kay used her height and weight advantage and threw herself hard against Grace; catching Grace right where she wanted her. Grace brought her sword up to block Kay’s downward arc and immediately knew the pirate planned to do something with Grace’s midsection, since it was left wide open. Kay moved fast and caught Grace in the gut with her hilt. Grace felt winded and would have only staggered a little, but she let herself drop down to one knee. Grace kicked out hard and fast and her foot made contact with Kay’s legs; knocking them out from underneath her. With a thud, Kay landed flat on her back. Grace jumped and hovered over her with her sword tip directly over her throat.

Kay was stunned at first, but slowly a smile crossed her face and she laughed. “Well done!” Grace held out her free hand and helped Kay to her feet. “Ridley, bring us some water!”

Ridley didn’t need to be told twice. She hurried back to the Angel to fetch a bucket for the two women.

Kay wiped a bit of sweat off her face and clapped Grace on the back. “You’re not as soft as you look. You used my own trick against me.”

Grace was panting and nodded to Kay. “You have to be prepared for anything your opponent can throw at you, especially when they’re bigger than you.”

“I can see why Jack is so smitten with you.” Grace was thrown off by Kay’s remark, but the pirate only grinned. “Surely you could tell.” Grace stared blankly at her. “Stupid girl. I’ve tried to win over Jack in the past, and you’re barely here a season and you’ve already got him.”

“
I am sure you are mistaken.”

Kay laughed under her breath. “I’m not stupid, noblewoman. I know a thing or two about Jack Anders.” Kay looked down at Grace with fire in her eyes. She was jealous.

“Believe as you will,” Grace replied, and returned the sword to Kay’s man. She bowed to her opponent as a show of respect, but she was annoyed.

       “
You may be a decent swordswoman, but you can't even recognize attraction when you see it. So step aside and allow me to take over.” She winked and gave Grace a condescending smirk.