Whispers of the Sea (The Compulsion Bride Series) Book II (Unedited)

Chapter Five

Two days had passed since Samantha found out she would be traveling to Spain with Halley. Her mood had enlightened and she found herself humming softly to herself. They were to leave next week. Samantha could not remember the last time she was on a ship and the thought both excited and terrified her. She paused from packing her two small trunks, she had a lot of gowns. Halley had given her, evening gowns, riding gowns all elegant and expensive. It made no sense for Samantha to carry all to a place where they were in abundance and knowing Halley, she would be spoiled with clothes.

The sounds of hooves draw her to the window and she notice the gentlemen were back from their riding. The intimidated Duke, Lord Clairwood who wore that scold all too well, was still atop his horse when the others dismounted. He was a handsome, fellow, that no doubt had caused many ladies heart to skip a beat. Samantha was not so easily persuaded and his insolent, arrogant traits, caused her to turn a blind eye to the man. They had almost collided days ago in the hallway when Samantha was chasing Anna to retrieve the jar of honey she had stolen. The man had pushed her away, like if she was a speck of dirt on his shirt. She had fallen flat on her buttocks, her murderous gaze had had no effect on him as he walked passed her, deliberately stepping on her gown.

Just thinking about it made her want to wring that neck of his until his face turns purple. She would definitely do justice to that name society had taunted her with until realizing she was the Princess of Spain friend. 'Man-Killer' it was not her fault that some men deserve killing. She turned her head away from the window and went back to packing. Focusing on something more joyous. Spain.

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Jake took a deep breath as he entered the brothel. He almost fainted from the scents that greeted him. Stale ale, the heavy Odor of roasted beef and sweat, men who Jake suspected had not taken a bath in days and those was just a few, his brain would let himself recognized because dwelling on the others would make him puke. His nostrils burned, as he forces his way through the crowd that had gathered. Occasionally he would push drunkards out of the way, who dare stumbled into him, avoiding, returning to dinner with the Fisher's smelling like sewage and sweat. His ride here had been quick and pleasant and right after the miniature tour of the Fisher's country estate.

His eyes scrutinized the cluttered room. He found the dark-haired man sitting at a table his hands pulling at his hair with frustration. "Smity" He slammed a hand over the man's shoulder causing him to jump with fright.

"Captain, Jake!" He took back his seat then waited until Jake did the same. "I can't find her Jake, she is gone"

"And here I thought the ship was on fire" Jake drawled wearily. His fingers tapping on the wooden table. He had gotten a distress letter from his first mate to meet at this brothel. Why on earth did he choose such an unpleasant place? Only to find out this hasty request was because of a lady?

Smith glared at his captain. "Is that all you care about? Seriously Jake, are you even human?" He leaned back in his chair that squeal at his weight.

Weak bastards! The chairs Jake notice was slowly rotting, he wondered if the owner, had cast a blind eye on the entire place. Everything about it, rots.

"OK what about this lady, tell me about her?" He leaned back placing his hands behind his back. Trying his best to block out the noise around him and look intrigued.

Smity draw in a deep breath before he began talking about his love interest. Jake listen attentively, only nodding where seems fit and answering with a soft 'I see,' He knew his first mate had met a lady when they were in Italy but never thought it was serious and the lady was from England. Heck, anything involving a Lady Jake dismissed out of his mind. They were all snakes. He did not recall hearing about such a lady before or her family. There were so many with the same features; black hair, blue eyes slender waist, all that nonsense. "And with this Noble killer around, I wouldn't put it past them to flee-"