“We baited them, Odessa,” he said. “At most, a sailor will see one marroweel in the span of ten years on this journey. Finding seven was intentional.” Right. Baited per my father’s request. Baited seven so he could claim his bride prize. “Why me?” I blurted. “Why did you want to marry me?” If we were going to be tied together, I wanted an answer. Except Zavier stayed quiet, leaning his elbows against the railing, his tall, strong body bent in half. His gaze affixed to the horizon. “You’re really going to ignore me, huh?” The corners of his mouth turned up. It wasn’t even close to a full smile,
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