“I’m Bennett Sharp.” “The legendary daughter?” Silver eyes narrowed into disbelieving slits. “I thought you were a fantasy, invented by lonely, maniacal men.” “Perhaps I am.” I shrugged. “And you are?” “Priest.” He leaned against the ship’s rail, scrutinizing me. “Priest Farrell.” I almost laughed. “Does your name reflect your purpose, Priest?” “Only men who are virtuous serve the Lord.” “You strive to cheat God, then?” “God, Man, and Devil.” His lips flattened. No hint of humor.
