She looked at the evidence, wishing it were all
some terrible joke. Her golden eyes flicked up to her grim first
mate. “Bring him in.”
The burly norn nodded, stepping out
of her cabin only momentarily before dragging in the bound boatswain.
Mazu eyed her childhood friend, masking her hurt at his
betrayal with a somber mien. “Why?” She asked pointedly, slapping
down the letter that had luckily been intercepted before making its
way to Aetherblade hands.
David Grundy snorted, shrugging.
“What do you care? You don't care what I want, Maz. You never
'ave!”
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