From the main, Devanhan Fahr stepped beside me, hands clasped behind his back. “I believe I am to sorry up, Blue,” he said. He didn’t look at me but set his gaze on the horizon. I grinned at his discomfort. “Square me a rum, and I’ll let it slide.” Fahr smiled back, relieved. He was fetching when he smiled. Eyes gleaming, cheeks like apples on erthe. Young and happy and free, or at least he looked it. He couldn’t be more than a few years behind the captain. The kind of man you’d fog in the dark, no strings, no fuss, no longing glances before the dawn. The kind I used to enjoy. But safe wasn’t
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