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Seastorm ignored him, in a word. She busied herself with rearranging their bedding now, carefully picking up each piece of the mess she'd made and sorting it into a new place. The assassin stewed bitterly in her thoughts.

After all, she had asked for none of this. She'd wanted only to live another day — not to drop her shackles for a softer, prettier set. Her spine bristled faintly as she worked, but Seastorm otherwise gave no other sign that she'd heard Catamaran. If he wanted her attention, let him earn it.