Corayne was certainly trying. She stood as close as she dared, halfway down the long, flat deck of the galley, hidden behind a pile of crates netted to the ship. She smiled when Andry sidled up to her, leaning against the rail. “Honorable squire, are you joining me to eavesdrop?” she said, nudging him with her elbow. His arm buzzed at her touch. “I think they’d skin me alive if I tried,” he answered, and he meant it. “What about you? Have you figured it out yet?”
