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Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Maeve

“They should’ve been back hours ago.” i exclaimed, turning towards Myla, who was equally as concerned.

“They’re probably fine, Maeve,” Keaton said, but his eyes and posture betrayed him. He was getting nervous too, especially now that the sun was beginning to rise over the water.

“I’m going to go find them. They can’t have gone far,” I said with conviction, raising my hand to cut him off as he opened his mouth to argue.

“I’m going to-“Myla began, but Keaton rounded on her.

“No, neither of you are going anywhere,” he said firmly.

Cleo was watching the exchange nervously, wringing her hands.

“I’m going!” I said again, just as barking sounded from the jungle behind us.

I spun around as the dog, otherwise known as Duck, came sprinting onto the beach, his ears flat against his head and his body trembling with fatigue.

“Goddess!” Myla cried as Duck nearly slammed into us, laying down on his side.

“I’ll go get him some water,” Cleo said hurriedly as she turned and quickly walked away.

I knelt beside Duck, stroking his back.

“What’s wrong?’

“Danger,’ he said, closing his eyes as he panted, his tongue lolling in the sand.

“Where?

*Follow,

“Rest now,’ I said to him, continuing to stroke his fur. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he had come, a chill running up my spine as the jungle seemed to whisper menacingly in the breeze.

“Did he talk to you?” Myla asked, her eyes full of worry.

I nodded, looking up at Keaton. “He said ‘danger.’ He’s exhausted. Something happened out there.”

* Aye, I can see that.” Keaton crossed his arms over his chest, looking from Duck to the Persephone. And then, he looked at Myla.

“I can’t leave the ship with Robbie and Troy gone. I just can’t-”

“I know, I understand why.” Myla said softly, a knowing smile touching her lips.

“The crew, Myla—”

to her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to

wasn’t hurt, but he was desperately thirsty. Cleo returned with the water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food,

said, laying his head back against the sand

prepared to go as soon as he wakes up.” I said to Myla,

can ride on my back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck on the head, cooing as she

fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find

the Persephone. He hadn’t abandoned his ship or his crew when the storm hit. He wasn’t about to, now.

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He called out, turning and looking down the beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire, plates of fish in their

plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over to

with

and Myla into the jungle. Troy and

righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded at Keaton,

rest of the men stay here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get at least one of the engines

before running back over to

their

my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into the jungle, leaning

pressing my forehead against the tree,

they raced after Duck. I was

for an hour, if not more, but the sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper

the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a large rock

either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I

dense jungle to a wide, open valley of low brush and

on. I was not expecting this. We were past the jungle now. We couldn’t see mountains from our camp on

nervously, then began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other,

the wind knocked out of my lungs

snarling filled the air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped,

a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he reached my side and nudged me to get me

knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders as

they did. They were all oddly dressed and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face hidden behind a mask made entirely of what looked like crushed

touching three of her fingers to my forehead, then

bowed low, bending at the knees until she touched the ground. The group followed

said, her voice carrying a strange lilt to it as she spoke, “A

passed through the

as she tilted from side to side as though sizing me up. “Are they with

she asked,

“Where are they?”

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growling at my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step back, reaching up to remove her

the map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens. It was etched into her mask, right over