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Chapter 5 Bonus: Memories

The ship halls lay quiet and sleepy when Leta finally decided to make her move. Fiearius had been asleep for hours in the infirmary — of course — and most of the crew had turned in early, too. Which was her cue.

Quiet as a mouse, she drifted down the hallways to the command deck and hoisted herself up the metal ladder into Fiearius’ abandoned quarters. Her stomach gave an uneasy twist as she closed the creaky hatch behind her and flipped on a dim light switch, illuminating the mess.
She couldn’t explain her uncertainty in entering his room — after all, she was doing him a favor, just grabbing some of his clothes and things — but that didn’t offer her any comfort. Memories rushed at her, making her skin prickle: it was impossible not to remember the last time she’d been in his room, his hands tangled in her hair, then dragging down the small of her back …

Chapter 3 Bonus: Okay

Considering how tumultuous the first leg of the trip to Carthis had been, Cyrus was more than just relieved to set foot on solid ground once more. Even if that solid ground happened to be covered in snow and ice and a terrible chill his desert-born bones weren’t used to.

Even if he was partial to winter weather, though, there were far too many things calling for his attention to stay ashore for long. His little stunt with the Beacon’s engine had done some considerable damage he was going to need at least a few days to fix. The Dionysian was still running on fumes without a credit in sight. And the crew, they were shaken, confused, and possibly in danger if any of the Carthian authorities found out what ship they were aboard.

But all of those things would have to wait because one thing called out to him louder than the rest. Literally.

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