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back into her hammock.
“I want to go above decks.”
Uncle whirled round, wagging a finger. “You’ll rest
until the Healer says otherwise. I’ve only just picked you up off the floor. Minnow will make my life unbearable if anything happens to you, and well you know it!”
Storm rolled her eyes, but she had to smile at the mention of her young cousin. Uncle was right. When Minnow got an idea in his head he was an unstoppable force. Missing him was the worst part about being at sea for half a year.
Lake returned to his theme: “The Drowned Ones tracked us down. It’s a big sea, Storm. No way they just chanced on Yanlin’s fleet. We’re easy enough to find: the trading routes haven’t changed for generations. They want revenge. I think...” Lake cleared his throat. “I think they want you dead, Niece.”
It had happened less than a year ago. Using her newly mastered powers over wind and wave, Storm had sunk one of the three raft towns attacking her island. Many Drowned Ones had died. “Yes,” she replied. “They came for me.”
Lake studied her, black brows knitted over worried
eyes, and she winced as she saw possessiveness darken
his gaze. She wasn’t just his niece – she was a Weather-
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