6
By nightfall, Roberta had returned to Dominic’s cabin. She was exhausted, every muscle, every bone had been stretched to its breaking point after a long day of work. Roberta winced as she sank down onto the captain’s bed and examined the red blisters on her palms. If she didn’t find some salve, the skin would soon c***k and bleed. It was a good thing she’d only allowed Lucy to climb a few feet up and down before she let the other woman return to the galley. Lucy would not have handled the pain of blisters well at all. For a servant, she was rather delicate.
Trying to distract herself from her exhaustion and the pain in her hands, she turned to the stack of clothes that Lucy had managed to secretly retrieve from Roberta’s trunks in the hold earlier that day, which thankfully included he
