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A lot of things fall under the definition of bliss—the sunset currents streaming around the isles of Tutapa, bioluminescence under the full moon, the taste of oysters fresh from the rocks, battle with a just cause…
It’s a fine battle. I’m drenched in blood and water, smack in the center of the best massacre I’ve seen for some time.
So…it was me? “It was you,” my inner voice confirms. I grip the sides of the writing board until my knuckles turn white. “It was me,” I whisper the words again. “We’ve established that…”
“He’s quite talented with a sword.” I fight for my life and this is what my inner voice wants to comment on? Where have you been? “You seemed busy. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Yuki thought so, or she wouldn’t have sent five ships.” “And Teern sank them?” “He let me do it.” She gives a smug smile that quickly turns sour. “But that Sierrak, Tann, claims it was him.” “Was he there at the time, lobbing his catapults?” “I guess,
“Aye, lass,” he whispers. “I’ll make fine thieves of you yet.”
“He’s an optimistic lad,” Kaylin says as we move under the pines that fringe the western trail. “One moment he’s beaten down, bereft of hope, the next he’s a shark headed to the frenzy.”
