Release my hand,” she said, in the mildest of tones, “or I will break yours off and feed it to the sea dragons.” He did, but his grin only widened. “You are a woman of fire.” “I’m captain of the Diana. I am an officer of the queen. And I’ve no interest in children who hunt for coins while others fight.” This time, his eyes flashed. “We’re delivering supplies.” “You’re delivering smuggled liquor and silk,” she corrected, then held up a hand. “And I don’t care what you intend to deliver. We made the deal necessary to get us off the ship, and I will hold to it. But that’s it. If you want my
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