Chapter Thirty-One.
I ducked below deck, half expecting to be shoved onto the bed, to be yelled at but Caleb only stayed where he was, seated on the foot of the bed with his elbows propped onto his knees, his hands dangling down between his parted legs with his eyes staring at the floorboard that were in need of polishing. I stopped in the middle of the room, stripping out of my soaked dress and allowing it to fall to the floor, my hands tangling themselves into my wet hair, feeling the droplets trailing their way down my thighs, my arms, back and neck. It was then that a strong hand gripped my wrist and turned me to face the man who had been left alone with his thoughts, his paranoia for too long. He was looking at my arm, at the marking that had appeared there with his jaw clenched and his fingers digging i
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