“It truly warms my heart to see you would rather salvage your oars—and without a boat to row with them, mark you—than help the man who moments ago saved your life!” “Well, I like this belt,” she growled, undoing the buckle and pulling it slapping free. “As for saving lives, I could’ve sworn I saved yours twice. Gratitude costs nothing, you know.” “Gratitude?” breathed Balthazar. She might be soaking wet and barefoot, but had at least emerged from the brine clothed from neck to ankles. Balthazar had kicked his own trousers off to move more freely in the water, and the wind was now giving him
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