“Why are you on my ship?” Reading my father’s note seems to have brought on a bout of distrust. He watches me carefully, his eyes turning inquisitive. “Is it not obvious?” “If it were, would I be asking?” I say, irritation coloring my tone. He smiles as though I’ve just said the most amusing thing in the world. It makes me want to hit him. Since that’s not the best idea, I turn around to leave him, but he puts his hand on my arm. Before I can do anything else, he’s right there. His chest pressed against my back, his breath warm on my ear. “I’m here because when I tried to get in that rowboat with my brother, I realized the last thing I wanted was to be away from you.” His hand runs up the length of my left arm, which is facing toward the sea. Away from the eyes of the crew. “I’m here for you, Alosa.” His fingers flutter against my neck, sending a shiver down my back. “If you can’t tell that, I’m not doing a good job of showing you.”
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