void inside me. The big guy caught her wrist as she passed and slowed her pacing. “Sit, Cassiopeia. Tell us what the fuck is going on.” She eyed him but dutifully dropped into a seat. Then she stared at her hands. The woman tried this time, her tone gentle. “Ye never mentioned a boyfriend. Is that what he is?” “He’s… It’s hard to explain.” “Is he a member of Arran’s crew?” she pressed. At Cassie’s tiny nod, the man swore then abruptly left the room. Cassie watched him go. “He isn’t my boyfriend, not exactly, but he is mine.” Hers? My heart thumped out of time. “You’re going to have to walk me
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