It was too late. The Admiral told her the captain had taken Little John to his cabin and made an unsuccessful attempt at bringing him back. The first mate let her in with such deep sadness in his eyes that Serenica started to doubt the extent of control he had over the captain.
Serenica slammed the door behind her so that the window made a terrifying noise. She didn't care if she sank the whole ship. There had been a violation of such a basic rule that it did not only offend her healer sensibilities but the laws of the universe as well.
Spade had tried to raise the dead body of someone who trusted them.
Little John deserved better in Serenica's opinion and no amount of pragmatism could change that.
"I can see you're angry. Can you possibly express it in a more original way? I'm tired of doors being slammed. Come on, hit me. It'd do you no harm."
