She knew before she opened her eyes that he was wide awake. “Don’t you ever sleep?” she softly inquired.
He answered first with a grunt. “Occupational hazard.”
“So much so, that you can’t even enjoy a simple night out?”
“Not if it’s on a boat with men who are determined to see us killed.” He said it in a jesting tone, but he spoke the truth.
Naia rolled onto her side and looked over at the other bed to find him lying on his back, his gaze directed at the ceiling. Except she knew he wasn’t looking at the ceiling. Beyond him, shining through the two portholes, she could see the stars hovering above the ocean in the distance.
“Rob, you need to rest.”
The ship unexpectedly rolled to its port side. The movement made Rob throw his arms out and clutch the edges of his mattress. A soft groan
