This Cursed Light by Emily Thiede EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Emily Thiede
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Every day, Dante’s body betrayed him.
So he punished it.
Sweat stung his eyes, blurring the ruddy-faced dockworker across from
him and the crowd boxing them into the narrow alley.
Dante beckoned with a flick of his fingers, and his opponent raised two
meaty fists.
The guy’s opening swing was hesitant. Weak. Not worth dodging.
No one hit as hard as they used to.
A quick jab, a few more insults, and the brawler responded with more
energy.
Finally.
Jab. Parry. Land a hit. Dodge. Swing again.
Dante ducked a blow to his face, allowed one to his ribs. Took a few,
landed more. He could have knocked the guy flat in minutes, but then it
would’ve been over. No fun in that.
“Referee’s here!” The cook swung ten-year-old Addie onto his
shoulders for a better view, but she didn’t have much to do. The other guy
bowed out a few minutes later, waving off the crowd’s friendly ribbing, and
the dockers resumed their work, rolling barrels and hefting crates in better
spirits for the brief distraction.
“The Wolf wins again!” Addie crowed.
Dante held out his hand, pretending to wince when she slapped his
palm. Not much of a victory when your opponent refused to fight.
“The ship’s getting closer, signor.”
He squatted to look her in the eye. “I told you to call me Dante.”
“And my uncle told me to respect my elders.”
“Elders?” Dante grimaced. “Could you see anyone on the deck?”
“Like a lady in a fancy dress?” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Maybe, but
extra information costs extra.”
“So much for respecting your elders.”
“Only suckers work for free.”
“Fair enough.” He made a show of counting out four shiny coins and
handed them over.
Addie recounted, just to be sure, before answering. “It was still too far
away to see anyone, but I sensed there was a lady, and she was pining.”
“You sensed, huh?”
“Yup. And Signor Adrick said I’ll get a whole cake if I tell the bakers
next.”
“A whole cake?” Dante feigned shock. “You better hustle.”
The kid skipped away to inform Alessa’s parents of her imminent
arrival, leaving Dante alone in the late-morning chill.
He pulled up his shirt to check the damage: A few bruises. A shallow
scrape. Nothing he couldn’t hide. Some of the bruises might even have been
healing a bit faster than usual. Maybe.
No one knew for sure if his powers were gone forever. People weren’t
supposed to come back from the dead, but he had. Maybe the rest of him
could, too.
He shook out his arms, grimacing at a twinge in one shoulder. It had
been easier to appreciate the burn of a good workout when it hadn’t lasted
so long.
Pain, he didn’t mind. He could handle pain. Pain had been his only
companion for years while he took dangerous work and brutal punishments
to survive, relying on his healing powers to get him through it. It wasn’t
pain that bothered him. No, it was the constant reminder that ever since
Alessa had brought him back from the dead, he was alive but not whole.
That was the itch beneath his skin
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