An evil, hungry sword. This was going to be…interesting.

You’re one of a kind in a world that mass produces everything.

Fate was a damn bitch, waiting until he had something worth living for before making death an option again.

I wasn’t ready to tell you goodbye yet.”He scanned her face as the silence embraced them, words he was terrified to speak aloud echoed through his mind.He might never be ready to hear her say goodbye.

Char chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I might think you wanted my judgment to be impaired. I told you rum was my weakness in confidence.”“In my defense”—he leaned in closer, his voice for her alone—“I am a pirate.

Keegan chuckled. “I think they mean to kill me.”“So, they don’t know…”“Aye.” Keegan nodded. “Appears the serpents don’t know those kids stole the grail from a band of immortal pirates.

No one in her life had ever loved her so honestly.And this was not going to be the end of her story. Not today.

Keegan rested his forearm on the wheel. “If the spell is fading, you could’ve grown old with this woman. She never had to know you were the Quartermaster on the Sea Dog when it sank in 1795.”“All true.” Colton glanced over his shoulder toward the bow. “But every man she’s ever known has lied to her. I didn’t want to be another one.

Because my division watches immortals like your crew. It’s in the government’s best interest to keep tabs on people who could potentially be assets someday. Which is why I’m here.” He turned to Colton again. “I can use my contacts to locate the group holding the Holy Grail, but the American government can’t be tied to the recovery effort in any way.”“So what are you sayin’?” Colton held his breath.“I’m saying who better to steal it back than a band of pirates?