“So it's not for her own good then, it's really just self-serving. Isn't that his role?” Stacy questioned venomously, glancing towards Rob. She poured a small measure in the glass before her. She sipped it, unable to suppress the shudder.
“Hear, hear.” Rob raised his bottle in a bitter toast to her words. One she drank to, emptying the contents of her cup.
“I suppose at least what you're doing will save lives.” A long uneasy silence descended, Stacy's brow furrowed in thought as the alcohol brought a rosy hue to her cheeks. “Does that mean the reason this didn't occur before was because Sunniva was using Apallagí to keep her calm?” The warmth from Stacy's stomach began to radiate through her chest, chasing away the chill of the sea air. She had been assisting the crew with housing the su
