The punishment of a guardian

-It really is. Everything's under control. Nobody got hurt. - Morgan explained again.

Michael counted how many times he had said that. It was not his impression. An amused smile played on his face. The brother blocked the entrance to the cabin door. He was beginning to imagine the reasons with great curiosity.

-They tried to kill the boy. Again? - he insisted when looking frustrated at the dead man.

The black tunics showed an emblem that he knew. For years it was believed that the Crescent Shadowmoon clan was extinct. Only that mark was also the emblem used by Sepultores. A gang of faithful murderers and savages linked to magic.

-There was no stranger among the crew. I personally checked the ship. - Adam justified himself penalized.

Morgan nodded absently. She was awake. He couldn't wait to escape the unfortunate interrogation. How hadn't Michael found out yet? His cabin was impregnated with jasmine.

- Which brings us to the alternative that we have traitors on board the ship. They are also looking for those Pieces. - He watched even more absently.

What was her reaction going to be? The woman seemed very surprised to see him.

It was just picking up the body. And the confusion would be over maybe until the next day. He was quite impatient. wanted to go back and see how the woman was doing. It was a problem. Michael had noticed the detail.

-How about asking the boy?- Michael suggested innocently.

Morgan swore visibly nervous as blocked his cabin door. Patience. If Cassie didn't end the unfortunate hoax soon, he would. She wasn't going to find anything to wear but dresses. Although the idea of ​​her not wearing anything at all was also exciting.

-How about explaining to me or Adam what is happening? Was it really a scratch?

Morgan sure burned in hell. He imagined the dreamy bathtub. He scratched his head in resignation.

-Well, maybe it wasn't a scratch. It was a deep cut and made with wolf grass. But the bleeding stopped. - The explanation was cautious.

Michael looked at his brother in surprise. Why use wolf grass on a simple boy? He wasn't even a wolf. He usually treated the wounded on board the ship.

-And did you take care? Why didn't I take care as always do? Did the boy have any reaction to the grass? he asked suspiciously.

Morgan grunted.

Well, she had had all the reactions of a wolf when was exposed to the damn weed. The memory was confused. The wound had been cauterized, as the bleeding just wouldn't stop. There was yet another detail. The last time he had made the bandages ... That cut seemed to heal several days ago. Her healing was accelerated.

-The usual, just like us. Disorientation, fever and very rapid healing. - He explained even more puzzled.

-The boy is not a wolf. This herb doesn't affect humans that way, Morgan. Much fewer wizards. He sighed.

It was clear that it worried him, even more after ICHICHO. It was really a doom. Michael was even more suspicious. What beautiful justification was he going to give for the brothers not to enter there?

-I still have elderberry leaves for fever. think a few doses of this tea can help. But it is better to make the boy feed if he reacts like us.

The captain nodded slowly. was going to kill that girl if the boy's charade continued. His discouragement was growing.

- It would be nice, Mike.

-And who knows for you, something stronger like rum. Man, I've never seen you so tense.

He was going to deny it. He wasn't tense, well maybe a little. The night had been busy. The mind tortured him with impossible images and fantasies at the moment. His dreams left the body burning.

He could only imagine his hands sliding and roaming the female body, his mouth tracing the delicate skin. In that instant when Cassie returned the kiss, despite the surprise, he forced himself out of the cabin with his body on fire. Her vision was capable ...

-... if the boy lost a lot of blood, maybe ...

... to make him imagine all sorts of fantasies that set his mind on fire. He imagined laying her on the bed while ...

Hell, what was Michael talking about?

"You're not leaving, are you?"

-... if you are tired I can help take care of the boy while ...

His ears caught the sense of alertness. Danger.

"Oops! Not really!"

- Are you all right, Morgan?

"I'm dying. Oh, dear God. What the hell is she doing to me? I don't usually lose control like that!"

-I'm just worried.

"Very well, Morgan. That is a good reason!"

"Please, Michael," he went on, and his tone was tired. - I'll tell you everything, as soon as I can. Help Adam makes one last round on the ship, will you?

Michael sighed.

just wanted to know how the captain was going to explain the boy who occupied his attention and does not leave his cabin. Gossip was already running on the deck.

It was a moment of distraction. Morgan did not expect. Michael passed him and finally opened the door.

The air froze. He stopped dead knowing that he would have to explain the presence of a ...

- Where's the boy? Where did this wounded eagle come from? "Michael looked at his brother in amazement.

Morgan shook his head in amazement. The mind refused to function and process information. His eyes scanned the rays of sunlight that came through the cabin window.

It was an eagle and wounded in the corner of the bed on the floor.

Well, he was a wolf and her...

She was ...

Mercy. He couldn't believe it ...