Lira catches my eye and arches her brow. “Are you staring at my chest or my necklace?” I give her a shameless smile. “Which one won’t earn me a slap in the face?” “I’m just trying to gauge whether or not you’re planning on stealing it.” She runs a slender finger over the stone. “You are a pirate, after all.” “True,” I say. “But then, so are you.” Lira looks down at her outfit. The navy pants that puff out at the thighs and the knee-high brown boots with enough gold on the buckles to buy a kingdom. She laughs, and the ruby glows against her bust. Salt and magic. She pulls me closer to her, her
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