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on her shoulder and he curls his long tail around her arm. “Have you heard of the person we’re going to be sailing with? I don’t want to walk into a trap.”
    “All I know is that his name is Captain Lunk Erovayn and his ship is the Little Sister,” the warrior replies with a smirk. Leaving some coins on the table, he scratches his scruffy chin and unknowingly smears some ink across his jawline. “I thought the ship’s name was funny considering what Nyx calls you. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was done on purpose. Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Try not to give my bed away if I’m out late.”
    “Hey, if someone makes a good offer then you’re on your own.”
    “I’ll give you ten diamond spheres to keep that bed unoccupied.”
    The gypsy hops onto her chair and gives Delvin a quick kiss on the cheek. “When will you people realize that the only reason you have money in your pockets is because I don’t want to carry it all. Good luck, Cunningham.”
    *****
    Sari tosses and turns in a restless sleep due to the heat that even the coastal breeze is powerless to dispel. Taking the bed nearest to the open window, the naiad-blooded woman does her best to stay cool without stripping naked. A thin shift of green silk keeps her covered, but the fabric sticks to her damp skin. Rolling to face the sky, she twists her body to avoid trapping Fizzle between her feet. The movement wakes her up enough to hear a creaky footstep on the other side of a white curtain that divides the room in half. Drawing a stiletto from the skirts that are piled on the floor, Sari slips out of bed and creeps toward the sound of someone rustling through a bag. She stops when the red moon casts enough light to reveal the silhouette of a man undressing.
    “Guess it’s only you, Delvin,” the gypsy whispers with a sigh of relief. The figure refuses to respond and pauses in an awkward position. “Why aren’t you talking? Is something wrong? If that isn’t you then know that I have a weapon. Many of them and some people claim that my body counts as one too.”
    Sari shoves the curtain aside and swiftly turns away when she sees that Delvin is still pulling up a pair of cotton shorts. She whistles and taps her foot before facing her friend and grinning at his exposed backside. A pang of guilt washes over her, resulting in a shudder when she imagines Nyx’s reaction to her staring at the warrior. Sari wipes the sweat from her brow that appears at the thought of the channeler’s love of magical flames. When the young man turns around, she can see that his ice blue eyes are barely open and she would not be surprised if he sleepwalked back to the room.
    “I haven’t seen that weapon in a while,” Delvin whispers, taking a seat on his bed. He yawns and stretches, which causes many of his joints to pop. “The ship will take us to a small jungle town called Anpress. We don’t have to pay them, but we do have to work. Our positions will be given to us in the morning.”
    “Then the hard part is over,” Sari says while juggling the stiletto. She admires the beautiful sheen of the blade as it passes through beams of crimson moonlight. “I keep finding a reason not to use this thing. I don’t want to lose it, I’m scared it will break, and another dagger would be better. The truth is that I treasure it too much to consider it a mere weapon. You probably think the same thing when it comes to the shield that Nyxie made for you.”
    “What happened to not talking about this?”
    “I know I said that, but maybe we should talk about it once.”
    “You mean you need someone to talk to about your battered heart.”
    “It’s not battered. Just a little . . . stomped on.”
    “Luke didn’t mean to stomp on it.”
    “The damage is mostly self-inflicted and we all know it.”
    Delvin sighs and pats the spot next to him, which the gypsy gingerly accepts. He notices she is subtly leaning away, so he reaches out to comfort her. The thin nightgown makes