Since boarding this ship, I’ve been continuously reminded of just how dangerous it is to be alone with my own thoughts. So I have no choice but to be with her. That is what I tell myself as I stride out into the hall and rap my knuckles against her door. Paedyn’s voice is muffled behind the wood. “Yes?” “Would you like some company?” I call back. “Is it yours?” “I’m afraid so, darling.” “All right, come in,” she says, sounding amused. “By turning the handle, not kicking down the door.”
