“You better not be bringing any of that trouble here,” he grunted. “What trouble?” I asked, but Clove gave me a sharp look as if to silence me. “That business with the burning ships,” the man said. “Was all I heard about yesterday at the merchant’s house.” Clove’s eyes drifted back to me. “Some trader in the Narrows is going port to port, setting fire to ships. Looking for a vessel called the Luna.” I froze, my heart jumping up into my throat. Saint. Or West. It had to be.
