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remarkable stitchery — and itappeared that Ry had picked only the finest of what the
islandmarkets offered.

Kait felt her face grow hot. She could not imagine allowingherself to wear any of those things —
to let the silkundergarments that he’d picked out for her touch her skin, orto pull on one of those
filmy nightshirts before climbing into herbunk for the night. “No,” she said. “I have my
ownclothes.”

Ry arched an eyebrow. “You have hardly anything.You’re wearing a sailor’s work clothes. A
woman of yourbirth should wear fine silk dresses, not cotton shirts androughspun breeches.” He
smiled, and she shivered. He was tooclose to her, and too near Shift; from across the room his
bodyheat was a pressure against her skin, simultaneously drawing theKarnee part of her forward
and pushing the human part of her towardthe door and flight and the dubious safety of the deck.

“I have enough.” Her voice sounded husky in her ownears. She was responding to him even
though she didn’t wantto.

Shield, she thought. Magic drawn close and held in place willmake a wall between us. Magic will
give me control.

She offered her own energy and strength to Vodor Imrish, andwith the power she gained from
that quick, bloodless offering, drewthe shield around herself. Instantly she could breathe
easier.Although his scent remained seductive in her nostrils and his heatstill touched her skin, a
calm silence blanketed her racingthoughts.

He was staring at her, astonishment evident in his eyes.“What did you do?” he asked.

She shrugged. For the moment — for as long as her strengthfed the shield, anyway — she would
have peace.“Doesn’t matter. I want to sleep. Which bunk will bemine?”

“The top one.” He moved toward her. “You seem. . . gone . . .” he whispered.“Don’t do that.
Come back to me.”

With her courage supported by the shield, she was able to say,“We are going to be nothing but
roommates, Ry. Not friends.Certainly not lovers. I’ll obey the conditions of my agreementwith
the captain, but . . . that’s all.”

“I came so far to find you. I gave up somuch. . . .”

She nodded. “And for the rescue, I thank you. Truly,I’m grateful. My Family will certainly
reward you. But Icannot forget — and neither can you — that I am Galweighand you are Sabir.
We have our duties.”
His face twisted with bitterness, and for the first time sinceshe’d used herself as bait to allow Ian
and Hasmal to take himprisoner, she saw both pain and anger slip across his face.“Ah, duty. The
cage of cowards afraid to live. You may haveyour duty — I have already taken a different road.”

He moved past her, still angry, and left the room. When he wasgone she sagged against the wall
and closed her eyes. She wonderedhow long her obligations to duty would keep her from
touching him,from stroking his hair or kissing his lips.