A sailor passed by the carriage, an Englishman by the sound of his voice as he softly sang a rather vulgar ditty.
“Pardon me,” I called out to him. “Do you know this ship?”
“Aye, miss,” he replied, smiling at the sound of my English accent. “That’s the Charlotte Ann.”
“Where is she bound?” I asked.
“London on the next tide, miss,” he answered.
I thanked him and sat back with a sigh. “Well, that’s a relief,” I said. “We should return to the Frascati and find Devlin and Justine.”
Michael frowned. “Cin, just because that ship is headed for London doesn’t necessarily mean whoever is summoning you is a friend.”
“You’re right, of course. But how many witches do you think there are in Britain who would not only work a spell to summon me specifically but are also powerful enough to do it?” I gazed out at the silent harbor, the water silver in the moonlight, and keenly felt the pull of the spell. “Someone is calling me home.”
Grave Sins
© 2009 Jenna Maclaine
ISBN: 0312946171
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