Chapter 82

Blakely

The Next Day

The ship pitched to the left, jostled by a wave the size of my old house. While I ooh’d and ahh’d at the glittering water, speckled with hints of sea life I’d never seen before—including some very flirtatious mermaids—Orion felt differently.

My pale-haired, vicious, insufferable mate let out a pained groan and rushed to the side to vomit into the water.

Hopefully the mermaids had scattered.

After catching a few hours of sleep, we awoke and caught the earliest ship heading back into the mortal realm. The trade routes were one of the fastest ways to slip through the mist, guarded by the God of the Mist himself, Emrys.

Men dressed in gilded coats and buckled boots raced along the deck of the ship, tugging ropes and unfurling the smaller masts. Those with wings hovered a few inches above the polished wooden planks. Those with gills helped control the tide, egging it on until we were cruising over cerulean waves.

I stifled a yawn.

Had Azrael not awoken me in t