Chapter Twenty-eight
I wake up with a sudden jolt of the ship. I jump off to my bed, only to see that there is Death sleeping on the floor. He doesn't have anything to protect him from the cold. For a moment, I feel like he’s dead. Good thing he moves. He must have also noticed the sudden movement of the shift because his eyes snap open. We make eye contact, and I see him sigh in relief when he realizes nothing wrong has happened. I know there isn't because there are no shouts above deck that will tell us there is a fight out there. It’s quiet. We can only hear the drops of rain and the snap of waves. Nothing more. “You should have stayed on the bed, i***t,” I say to him when he gets up and stretches his body. He must be in a lot of pain right now. The floor is hard. “And risk getting a punch?” He raises
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