Vanna, entering to take Sean’s place, carried a dry suit draped over her forearm. Dark, heavy-lidded eyes scanned the occupants. She was a few years older than Cove, crease lines forming around her lips and between her eyebrows, and her short-cropped hair was swept back from large eyes and a broad jaw. She failed to return any of the smiles directed at her. “We should begin preparing.” “I love your timing. We were just about climbing the walls up here.” Cove pushed away from the desk she’d been resting against. Hestie took a short, rasping breath as she put her book down and joined Aidan in
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