Book 3 Chapter 54: The Best of the Worst
Dantes arrived back at Vixen with Jacque cradled carefully in his arms and Jacopo sleeping in the hood of his coat. Argenta and Alby had kept his son safe and protected him through until the end of the siege, a kindness that he would remember.
He pushed the door open to find the Vixen buzzing with activity. Those whores who’d been left behind were acting as nurses. Tearing bandages from cloth and wrapping them around those men and women who’d been injured. The tables had been converted to beds on which the wounded could rest. ZIlly was organizing her staff to have them help, a massive white wooden bow sitting behind her at the bar, and Hema and Clay were doing what they could to provide herbs and poultices that could help with everyone’s wounds. Dantes had a store of healing potions, but from what he could tell they had already been used up where they could.
“Daken!” yelled Alessa as she ran across the room and scooped up the baby in her arms.
Dantes let him go easily and smiled as Alessa wrapped him up in her arms, showering him in dozens of kisses as she made sure that he was okay. He’d been sleeping when Dantes had arrived, but started to cry a bit from all the fuss.
“He’s okay. I’m glad to see that you are too.”
She shook her head. “My face was broken, but Vera insisted I take one of the healing potions. That bastard.” She clenched her sharp teeth and looked at him. “Tell me he suffered. Tell me he screamed as he died.”
Dantes thought back to Godfrey’s weeping as the rats tore into his guts and began eating him from within.
“He did.”
“Thank you, Dantes.” She rocked Jacque a little more. “He’s lucky to have you as a father.”