Emerald Fire. Monica McCabe

sail away from this place. Especially if their victim was now awake and managed to get out of his bonds. The alarm could go off any minute.

      They needed to get moving. There were fuel lines to cut and boats to disable before they even reached the Fire.

      “You ready?” her uncle whispered.

      Her heart had stopped beating when they’d trussed up the pirate, her nerves felt like sandpaper, and fear hovered just beneath the surface, threatening to explode. So, yeah, she was ready. “Let’s go.”

      They began creeping toward the pier.