“We are at a beach, let’s go for a walk.” Egan stumbled into her cabin, hours later.
She turned her bloodshot eyes to him. “I am not going anywhere with you.”
“It’s not a request, baby. Get up.”
“If I don’t? You’ll kill your crew members?” she challenged, standing up from the bed.
She walked towards him, and stared up into his face angrily.
“Must you always be difficult?” His voice suddenly sounded tired.
“Difficult? You are keeping me against my will.” She yelled at him.
“And I will continue to. Go on out, Primrose, I am beginning to feel dizzy.”
She looked at him and saw he really looked lightheaded. For one moment she was tempted to hit him and run away. But she knew she would not get very far.
And when did she become the sort of person to hit a sick man? He was slowly turnin
