TWENTY-ONE
Sativa's breath caught in her throat. Perhaps someone had seen the door open, and simply pushed it shut. She would have heard if someone had come in, because if anyone found her...
Light burst upon her, an unshuttered lantern that to her dark-adjusted eyes appeared brighter than the sun.
"They say there is a hell made for the inquisitive, and they surely have a place for you, girl," a male voice said.
Sativa blinked away her blindness, then wished she hadn't. Captain Zydrunas stood before the closed door, holding her lantern high.
"The door was open, and I went to close it, but it smelled musty in here, so I thought I might tidy the place a little..." Sativa began, then trailed off. There was an unpleasant smell in the cabin. Not musty so much as rotten. Like decaying me
