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Chapter Ten
Despite what he had said to Thomas, Lloyd was not about to allow the chance to find out more to slip through his fingers.
Nerves roiled in his stomach, undulating and nauseating as he closed Nathaniel's door behind him, confident he would hear any approach. The hard boards echoed with any tread and even walking barefoot one could be detected.
His fears were only partly for about the repercussions of being caught. His greatest consternation was finding out something that was better left unknown.
It was a risk he needed to take, he could lie in the shadows and allow the waters to wash over him, suffocating him in ignorance.He was wary of Nathaniel. Their first meeting gave him reason to be. The man had strength, had power that he was not afraid to use. But unlike the crew, people he could not yet see as companions, he hadn't the experience to fear or be in awe.
Nathaniel's desk was in good order, albeit slightly random in the manner in whi
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Nathaniel watched Lloyd's expression as he slept. It slipped rapidly from nonchalant peace to discomfort.His brow furrowed as something spoke, the beast Nathaniel knew well, or one of its many minions.He looked away, already imagining the words being offered. Lloyd was innocent here, save for being too curious. He hadn't shaken the hand of a clawed fiend and sold his life and thrown away the souls of others."Means he's fair game for it," he muttered, swirling the residue of rum in the glass bottle. The etched crystal caught the candlelight and sent diamonds dancing like young stars on the walls. "Can only hope the lad's got sense enough to see through it. I ain't holdin' much hope for that though."He thought of Thomas. He was an example of one who resisted the constant taunts and allure of the mist dwellers. So many men, older and supposedly wiser, had been lured in. His crew was less than what it had been, foolishness wiping them out one by
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