Story of Sebastian

Story of Sebastian, Chap 10

Story of Sebastian, Chapter Ten

It’d been weeks now since he’d first found Sorcha and Sebastian was starting to worry about it. He hadn’t heard back from Paul yet and he knew the fucker wasn’t dead. All the rules of servitude still applied and he was pretty sure they would have lifted if Paul died. Sorcha had greatly improved on her fighting and he knew it was more to spite him. He didn’t care the reason, he only cared about the improvement.

“Are we done on this boatride from hell yet?” Sorcha’s head popped back up over the railing.

He hid the smile. Sorcha, it turned out, was not very seaworthy. “We’re almost there.”

Her head nodded once before it disappeared again. The sound made Sebastian’s own stomach churn and he stepped back a few paces and stared into the horizon.

“Don’t worry, we’re coming,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Can’t we just shimmer the rest of the way?”

He almost took pity on her. Almost. It was sort of karmic retribution for the hell she’d given over the past few weeks. Every time they’d trained, she’d tried at least once to kill him. Sebastian sighed and explained it again.

“We’ll be missed on the boat then. This was your idea after all.” That earned him another dirty look, comical with the green cast to her skin. “I’ll see if I can find you some crackers.”

The mere mention of food had her head rolling over the side again. Sebastian rolled his eyes and went to look for something she might be able to keep down. The captain bumped him and stopped.

“Sorry. Your sister still not adjusting?”

Sebastian grinned at the ruse. Being siblings gave them the excuse to bicker constantly. “Only if adjusting means having a permanent place at the boat’s rails.”

The captain nodded. “Tell the cook I sent you to the kitchens. Get the poor girl some ginger ale and crackers. I’ll see if the medical staff can send something to her room.”

He knew by something the captain meant sedatives or anti-nausea medication. Usually he would have said no with the danger they faced, but he was willing to knock her out with a hammer at this point. Sebastian shook the man’s hand and thanked him, turning to retrieve Sorcha from the edge.

He looked around and didn’t see her. If she shimmered or disappeared off the side of the boat, he was going to strangle her. Thankfully, he hadn’t explained that she’d never be rid of him. Merely by concentrating, Sebastian was able to locate her. He hurried to the location, worried that she wasn’t changing or on the move.

Sorcha was passed out in a deck chair, her skin a blue green shade. The poor girl was probably freezing and dehydrated. Sebastian shook his shoulders out and picked her up lightly, worried when she didn’t stir. Noticing her chapped, dry lips for the first time, he felt like a bastard. He was really just using her in this little side trip and he didn’t like the feeling of guilt.

He’d carry her back to their little room and phone the kitchens instead, afraid to leave her alone too long. As he took the time to study her breathing, he began to wonder if Paul was leaving them alone long enough for Sebastian to form an attachment to the petite thing. It would be diabolical enough. Let the slave start to like the prey and then order him to kill her. The worst part, Sebastian knew he couldn’t disobey a direct order. Gods, this was a new kind of hell.