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Sons of Thunder: Brothers In Arms Collection #1

By Susan May Warren

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Chapter 2: Sons of Thunder
Sofia Frangos could save the world with her song. At least Markos’s world, because that’s what always seemed to occur whenever he happened upon her in time to catch the harmonies issuing from her as she worked.

More of a humming than a song, really, and he longed for the words, feeling they’d be plucked from some garden inside her. Someday, perhaps.

Yes, he felt a voyeur, but he couldn’t stop the lure of her voice. Probably, she knew her power—felt his hypnotized presence, although her blue eyes never
appeared to notice him.

Someday, he hoped, she would see the ruddy fisherman’s son.

The sun spilled into the sea by the time Markos moored his boat and retrieved his catch. He nodded to the other fishermen repairing their nets along the wharf, others simply smoking away the twilight.

“What is your catch?” Alexio Mizrahi, the Jewish doctor, sat with his son-in-law as he worked his nets. “Barbouni—for Theo’s wedding!” Markos lifted the lid to the metal canister of fish, noticed the smiles of older, more accomplished fishermen.

Surely, he’d earned his father’s toast at tomorrow’s feast.

“Someday you will be a fisherman such as your father, Markos.”

He let Alexio’s words buoy his step, despite the late hour.

Sofia’s song lured him as she stood, elbow deep in flour, kneading the dough for tomorrow’s wedding bread. Her dark hair whisked back into a lanyard, tiny unheeded curls dripped around her face.

For a moment, he imagined that he wasn’t the son of a fisherman, wasn’t marked with the scratches from squid barbs, his hands hoofed from tying the nets, his face darkened with the fury of the sun. No, he fancied himself a merchant, a man of means, who might be worthy of such a girl as Sofia.
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