Pirate Witch (The Deadwood, #3)

by Marie Mistry

My cheeks flush with heat as I shove to my feet, ready to argue with him, only to be yanked back against the mast between Nos and Cas by more ropes before I can say anything. “Oh, fancy seeing you here.” Cas grins. “First time in the time-out zone?”

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“Sorry,” he says. “It’s just bottling up emotions requires far less strength than actually facing up to and owning them.”

“Let her breathe,” I growl, just as Opal joins the fray, jumping up onto the table and sticking her ass in my face. I swear that cat does it on purpose. She loathes me.

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