Chapter Six
Two days after she’d served herself up to the captain, Sarah hovered in that blissful reverie that she often felt before becoming fully conscious, a clap of thunder so loud as to reverberate through the beams of the ship jolted her awake. Rolling out of bed with some measure of difficulty because the boat was pitching about on a choppy sea, she went to the portholes and without needing to open them, she could tell the rain was coming down in sheets. She scrambled back up onto the safety of the bed with the cat, wrapped the blanket tighter about her, and wondered where Ian was and if he was safe.
He had not come to see her since he’d stormed out the other night. Thus, Sarah had come to a satisfied conclusion regarding the events of that night. She was going to deny they happen
