“Who’s Fiona?” Arion asks, causing me to glance up at Vance. Vance looks like he’s about to punch Arion, who’s grinning. Ohhh… “Really?” Vance asks Arion a little pointedly. Arion grins over at me, getting my attention, as he raps his fingers on the arm of the chair. “Vance named all his ships after women who’d made him bother to remember their names.” I give Vance a lazy look, as he palms his face and mutters some threat of violence under his breath.
