Callisto poured herself a glass of watered wine. She was drinking more than usual, a habit of the job, she suspected—a job she was taking to with a practiced ease to all who were watching.
In truth, she spent her nights questioning everything she had done since the beginning. From the moment she had killed Blackmane and freed Murphy and the Wind Spirit crew. It had all just come to her as if it had been rehearsed. But the truth was, even knowing Ares was with her, she felt doubt in all of this.
She smiled down at the drink in her hands. “At least I have you to help me sleep and silence the thoughts in my head.”
A knock at the door pulled her from those thoughts.
“Enter.”
Murphy stepped into the cabin. He looked a wreck, with dark circles around her eyes and his face unshaven for a wee
