I say the first thing I can think of, mirroring his words to me from Eidýllio. “I’m pretty sure I got rid of you already.” Elian’s cheeks dimple and he casts a look over his shoulder. Kye, Madrid, and Torik are gathered in a tightly grouped line behind him. They came. Not just for their captain, but for the stowaway. The strange girl they found floating in the middle of the ocean. They came for me.
