Tin Swift(132)

“Boilerman?” Rose sat up straight and didn’t even care that her blanket slid down off her shoulder, baring an awful lot of her skin.

Hink, however, seemed quite appreciative of the view.

“Since Molly is…gone,” he said, trying his best not to stare at her chest, “I need someone who knows how to devise and keep the Swift running. The Madder brothers bragged you up as some kind of natural with wood and steam and gear, and Molly herself told me you were of fine Gregor teaching. I figured I’d give you a run at the sky. If you want it.”

“Oh, I do,” she said. “I do!” She reached over and before she had the sense to think it through, she kissed him.

Full on the mouth.

She froze, uncertain as to whether to go forward, or try to back out of this situation gracefully.

But Captain Hink did not freeze. His mouth accepted her, coaxing her to explore this predicament they’d suddenly fallen into. Then his hand joined in, and a short while after that, his tongue.

Rose sighed and melted into him. Captain Cage showed her some of the finer points of this particular sort of exploration. She let him do so with a willing heart, savoring the delicious sensations rolling through her body as dawn washed gold light over them, the airship, and the world.





CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE


Cedar Hunt had taken his time to talk to the sisters about the binding on Mae. To explain to them how they had nearly killed her. Miss Adaline had not been amused nor surprised by his forthright manner.

She had told him that the ways of magic were between those of the coven. And that he and his were certainly not a voice to say otherwise.

He explained to her that when that magic involved Mae, he didn’t give a damn about the coven’s rules.

Then he said his good-byes to Miss Adaline and the other sisters, of kinder demeanors, who had taken them in. He’d said his good-byes to Captain Hink and his crew. Now he was saying his good-byes to Rose Small.

He’d been surprised that she’d decided to stay here at the coven for the winter as long as they’d have her and in town if her welcome wore out.

Of course, Captain Hink was staying with her. Cedar didn’t know if Hink was going back to harvesting glim or riding as U.S. Marshal. That brand on his forehead would change the way he faced the world, the way he did his job.

Cedar hoped he stayed on the side of law, though with a Marshal’s star burned into your head, it might make the proposition of staying undercover more difficult.

Still, Cedar knew Hink was the sort of a man who could be trusted. He’d done a lot for them, risked a lot, lost a lot. And he was sweet on Rose.

Cedar had never seen Rose happier than this last week. And with Hink promising her a place on his ship working the boiler, Cedar couldn’t help but think that Rose was finally getting the adventure and life she had always longed for.

“You’ll come back, won’t you?” Rose asked when he’d gone out to the Swift to find her helping with what repairs they could tend to while the weather held. “If you can, before spring? And if not, you’ll contact us, send a message, so I can see you again? Both of you,” she added, with a gentle rub behind Wil’s ears.

“I’ll come back, I’ll find you, I’ll send messages,” Cedar promised. “You know I’m a man of my word.”

She smiled and it was like a new sun had broken the horizon. “Once she’s flying again, I’ll come find you. If you’re traveling with the Madders, all I’ll have to do is look for something blowing up and head that way.”

Cedar chuckled but before he could reply, she threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Mr. Hunt. I’ll miss you so.” She gave him a warm hug, and Cedar put his arms around her gently.

He was fond of her and couldn’t help but feel that saying good-bye meant he was losing someone very special.

“I’ll miss you too, Rose,” he said quietly.

Then he stepped back and Rose gave him a measuring look. “Have you spoken with Mae yet?”

“No. And don’t give me that scowl, Miss Small. I’m on my way to see her now.”

“Good,” Rose said. “You shouldn’t leave without talking to her first. Without…explaining.”

Explaining. Why he had told her he didn’t want her to break his curse or Wil’s. Why he had decided to travel with the Madders. Why he had brought her to the coven and was leaving her behind while he and his brother hunted down the Holder.

Why he was putting his life on hold to chase down something that might be impossible to find.

“I’ll do what I can,” he said.

Cedar turned and walked back to the main gathering hall, where he knew he’d find Mae by the fire.