The half-blood’s eye widened before he shook his head and grinned.
“I’m not going to kill him if that’s what you’re asking. No. Instead I will lead the dragon-kin to Eigiollys and find just what he is after.”
Somehow that did not make me feel much better. It also reminded me what was waiting after we returned to the deck. I was going with the two stubborn males to our possible deaths.
My stomach did more discomforting things, and I suddenly wished I had not eaten.
“Let’s get you ready,” Rio said, picking up the bag of clothing.
Several minutes later, there was a lot of wrestling with fabric in Captain Bolivar’s chambers. With some help from Larissa and Desi, the only other women on board, I had been equipped from head to toe. The garb was similar to the others aboard the ship: a tight-fitting leather shirt paired with short trousers made of some thick material I could not identify.
The clothes smelled disgustingly of human and brine. I was quickly remembered one of the many reasons I chose to not wear pants: my fur itched dreadfully under the restraining fabric. Desi and Larissa stood back to examine their handiwork.
With much embarrassment, I asked them to cut a hole in the material to free my tail from the terrible confines. All in all, it was an ordeal I would like to forget.
As quickly as I could, I freed myself from the room. Immediately I came face to face with the dragon-kin and Bolivar. The human captain simply nodded and seemed satisfied with my change. Yet, I could not help but feel the need to bolt as Levent took a moment to examine me up and down.
I looked away, embarrassed. It was not my fault that I was dressed in human garb against my will. Actually it was more his than anyone else’s. I frowned, my hands patting down my tail. If anyone said anything about it, they would find my hoof grinding into their foot. Dressing so scantily was torture.
“When will we be there?” I asked Bolivar, who had turned to thank the women as they went back to their assignments.
I was trying very hard to ignore the dragon-kin, who had turned away to hide a smile. I resisted the urge to kick him. It was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Be where?” the captain asked distractedly, eyes following the backside of the