A shadow fills the window. I look up in mild confusion as Bren crouches on the sill, filling it completely. He leaps down, his gaze flying from me to every corner of the small, empty cabin.
I blink. He came in the window?
window?“Are you all right?” he demands, crossing to me in a heartbeat. His hands grasp my forearms, his expression half-panicked. Someone rattles the door.
“I’m fine,” I promise. “There’s no danger here.”
“Then what just happened? I came over the side of the boat and couldn’t see through an open window.”
open windowI nod, not at all surprised the sorceress protected our conversation from being overheard, or overseen, at that.
The lock on the door clicks and Artemian comes bursting in, dagger at the ready.
“Did you pick the lock?” I ask in confusion.
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