CHAPTER EIGHT
Thanos hadn’t thought that Port Leeward could get any darker or more dangerous, but somehow the cave ports managed it. He stepped into them, unable to shake the feeling that someone might try to cut his throat at any moment.
He kept his hand on the twin hilts of his and Lucious’s swords, looking around for dangers. The trouble was that there were so many to find it was hard to pick one out from another.
The cave ports were cut into the cliff that overshadowed Port Leeward. Perhaps they had started life being eroded by the wash of the sea, but teams of slaves and engineers had obviously worked to enlarge them, creating a series of caverns like the froth on the edge of the tide. Shacks huddled up against the side, some stacked atop one another at improbable angles. There wer
