Caraval (Caraval 1) - Page 23

“Oh, I think you’re the lovely one.” Julian ran his fingers through his hair, flashing her a look made of lies and other sinful things. “Can you reach La Serpiente de Cristal before sunup?”

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go, as long as you’re willing to pay.” The red-lipped girl emphasized the word pay, reinforcing what Scarlett assumed back in the clock shop—coins were not the primary currency used in this game.

Julian was unfazed. “We were told our first ride of the night would be free. My fiancée here is a special guest of Master Legend.”

“Is that so?” The girl narrowed one eye as if she didn’t believe him, but then to Scarlett’s surprise, she beckoned them on board. “I’m not one to disappoint special guests of Legend.”

Julian hopped on nimbly and motioned for Scarlett. The boat appeared sturdier than their last ride, with tufted cushions on the benches, yet Scarlett couldn’t bring herself to leave the cobbled street.

“This one isn’t going to sink,” Julian said.

“That’s not what I’m worried about. My sister, what if she’s out here looking for us?”

“Then I hope someone tells her the sun’s about to come up.”

“You really don’t care about her at all, do you?”

“If I didn’t care, then I wouldn’t hope someone has told her it’s almost sunup.” Julian motioned impatiently for Scarlett to enter the boat. “You don’t need to worry, love. They’ve probably placed her at the same inn as us.”

“But what if they haven’t?” Scarlett said.

“Then you’re still more likely to find her by boat. We’ll cover distance faster this way.”

“He’s right,” said the girl. “Daylight is approaching fast. Even if you did find your sister, you wouldn’t be able to walk to La Serpiente before it arrives. Tell me what she looks like, and I can keep an eye out for her as we go.”

Scarlett wanted to argue. Even if she couldn’t find her sister before sunup, she wanted to do everything in her power to try. Scarlett imagined this to be the sort of place where a person could be lost and never found.

But Julian and the sailor girl were right; they’d move faster in the crescent boat. Scarlett didn’t know how much time had passed since the isle’s curious sun had disappeared, but she was certain time moved differently in this place.

“My sister is shorter than me, and very pretty, with a bit of a rounder face and long spirals of blond hair.”

Scarlett had their mother’s darker coloring while Tella had received their father’s fair curls.

“The lighter hair should make her easier to find,” said the sailor girl, but as far as Scarlett could tell, she spent more time with her eyes on Julian’s handsome face.

Julian was just as unhelpful. As they glided over midnight-blue waters she sensed he was searching for something, but it wasn’t her younger sister.

“Can you row any faster?” Julian asked, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

“For someone who’s not paying, you’re rather demanding.” The sailor girl gave him a wink but Julian’s harsh expression remained unchanged.

“What’s wrong?” Scarlett asked.

“We’re running out of time.”

A shadow fell over him as several of the lanterns lining the water flickered out. The boat sailed farther and more candles died, their fading smoke casting haze over the water and the few remaining people who still lingered about the cobbled streets.

“That’s how you tell time here? The lanterns go out as it gets closer to dawn?” Scarlett’s eyes anxiously shot around as Julian nodded grimly and another set of candles turned from flames to smoke.

The boat finally came to a rocking halt in front of a long, rickety dock. At the end of it, a searing green door watched Scarlett like a glowing eye. Ivy clung to the walls around it, and though most of the building was swallowed by the night, two dying lanterns illuminated the sign above the entrance—a white serpent coiled around a black cluster of grapes.

Julian was already out of the boat. He grabbed Scarlett’s wrist, hauling her onto the dock. “Faster!” One of the lanterns above the entrance snuffed out and the color of the door seemed to dim as well. It was barely visible as Julian wrenched it open and pushed Scarlett forward.

She stumbled inside. But before Julian could follow, the door slammed shut. Wood crashed against wood as a heavy bolt slid into place, trapping him outside.

11

No!” Scarlett tried to pry the door back open, but a plump woman in a stocking cap was already placing a heavy lock through the bolt.

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