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"Aisha, we talked about this. This isn't my first time. They'll get over it."
Aisha frowned, her petite frame shuddering despite the heat beating down on our temples.
"It's still wrong and could cause havoc even before we get to Azizi. You shouldn't have done it, Yakobba."
"And you shouldn't be here," Nyala snapped. "Still haven't learned to stop running your mouth, I see."
Aisha's hazel and olive green eyes flashed. "Still haven't learned to stop kissing Yakobba's rhèr, I see."
Nyala snarled, shooting into the air, summoning her ethèr.
I groaned, tossing my head back. We'd been at sea for ten dawns and these two had remained at each other’s throats the entire time.
"Cut it out and get back to work!" I barked.
Aisha hissed, whipped around, and flew to Engèli's side. He almost never left the wheel, mainly out of stubbornness, trying to prove he didn't need Aisha's help to navigate to the Azizien waterway. Nyala stared at the angel until she landed by Engèli, before spinning around and heading to the opposite end of the ship, where she tinkered with the materials to duplicate the Atlanthyst Stone.
"Bloody hells," I grumbled to myself.
"You won't succeed, you know."
I snapped my head up and found the Ayella-in-waiting floating a few paces from me. She'd begun flying, in small spurts, to practice using her wings outside of the sea.
"Good dawn to you, too, Ayella Corellis."
Corellis blushed, then glowered, annoyed at something.
"Give up this foolish quest. You'll never get your hands on the stone, High Prince."
"For the love of the skies," I growled. "Stop calling me that. You're on my ship. It's Captain Ashthorn. Use the right name or keep quiet."
I bared my teeth at her. She gasped, jumping back a step, before flattening the length of her pale blue gown. My attention snagged on the fabric as it clung to her tall, curvy frame, like liquid. Heat burrowed in my gut, but I ignore it.
"Fine, Captain Ashthorn," Corellis said. "Planning to steal the Atlanthyst Stone is suicide. You should give up the chase."
I smiled. She did not know how ballsy I was. But she'd learn.
"I'll give it up when you learn to stop walking like you have a stick shoved up your rhèr."
Jabari barked out a laugh, floating at the side of the ship, working on our cannons. His shoulders quaked as several hisses rang out.
"That is no way to speak to our Ayella!"
I looked at the tall Seaveiller and rolled my eyes. She'd been a royal pain in my rhèr since she'd snuck on to the Ashweaver thinking she could break the others free, only to be caught herself. I let all the sea angels roam freely, but I was wondering if that was a mistake.
I rubbed at my temples, wanting about three oversized goblets of skywine and Masaiya's curvy hips in my grasp. The insufferable heat of the sôls weren't helping. I flicked my gaze to Corellis. At least, that's what she told me her name was. I could've pressed for the truth, if there were any to be found, but that would've been a waste of my time.
"Do you need something, Ayella?"
Corellis flushed, looking to the sea. She bit her lip, as if thinking of what to say. Then she looked back, her eyes storming.
"Thank you."
I raised a brow, running a hand through my hair. I'd pushed it up into a bun when I awoke and was thankful for the decision. Corellis shifted on her feet as she looked up at me through those pretty, long lashes.
Rot.
I had to look at her without seeing her.
