“You won’t have to speak to them again,” he muttered. “Good riddance.” “I’ll gladly never speak them again,” Alba huffed. “You, neither, if I could help it.” Eridanys surprised him with a sharp laugh, though it was sarcastic. “You say that so confidently, yet I felt how your heart raced the moment you realized I was behind you.” “Oh—fuck off! Let go of me!” Alba squirmed in the siren’s strong arm, but Eridanys’ grip remained firm, even laughing a bit more with the challenge of keeping hold on his thrashing companion. “Don’t fight so much, sailor. It gets me excited.”
