“The crew just swabbed. Try not to hurl on the deck, my queen.” He really needed to stop calling me that. My lip curled at that familiar deep voice. Last night, I’d mistaken Zavier’s voice for the Guardian’s. But they were as different as the green sails against the blue sky. Zavier wasn’t nearly as condescending. Did the Guardian’s powers include sensing moods? Had he felt that I was almost enjoying myself, so he’d come to ruin my happy moment? “Don’t you have anyone else to pester?” I asked as he came to stand at my side. “No.” And there came the smirk. It was more arrogant than ever.
