“How long have you been here?” I asked Jocelyn. “Not long,” she said. “I’ve been belowdecks, situating our room.” “Our room?” “The man who helped me aboard said we’d all be staying together.” So I wouldn’t be sharing quarters with Zavier. “Fine by me.” “Last night. Was it…” Brielle looked behind us, ensuring we were alone. “Was it unpleasant?”
