Chapter 7Pain shot through Midnight’s ankle as if he’d been pricked with a dozen needles. He grabbed frantically at the base of the wheel as he was pulled toward the ship’s rail. But the wood and copper were slippery, and the creature continued dragging him relentlessly.
“Hang on, Midnight. I’m coming.” Tresilian’s booming voice rang out.
“I can’t hold on.” Midnight yelled back, his grip failing. A pair of stout brown boots filled Midnight’s skewed vision, something bright glinted, and he the way Tresilian’s hand moved as he hacked at the tentacle until it relinquished its grip.
Then the pressure on his ankle was gone. Glancing down his body, Midnight saw that Tresilian had severed the tentacle with a lethal-looking sword.
“Midnight. Get us away from here.” Aurora shouted. “Miss Dru, M
