““Thieves, drunkards, lunatics, wastrels, and whores we might all be, but there ain’t a coward among us.” Sancha crossed her arms over her chest as she dared Devyl with her gaze to try and move her from the ship. Devyl wasn’t sure what to make of this camaraderie. Honestly? It scared the shite out of him. He’d never known it before. Not even his own army had been that loyal. Rather, they’d been too scared to raise arms against him for fear they wouldn’t kill him. Only anger him so that he’d disembowel them for the affront. But that being said, he was all about going after Miss Jack and her brother and seeing this made right. Whatever the cost.””
