Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

the way bartholomew looked at her flicked a stuttering light on behind the barred window of her chest. heda quickly looked away.
"no." her voice felt weaker. she suddenly realized where she was, how far away she was from her pack. they weren't even within earshot. and here heda was, on some island with some man whose voice had not frightened her once.
and how easily she'd gone away.
her own gaze was challenging. suspicious. intrigued. "i'll have to look around more before i decide." the ocean filled her ears.