CHAPTER SEVEN
Kate sat on the deck of the ship as it scythed through the water, exhaustion preventing her from doing much more. Even with the time that had passed since she’d healed Sophia’s wound, it felt as though she hadn’t fully recovered from the effort.
From time to time, the sailors checked on her as they passed. The captain, Borkar, was especially attentive, running by with a frequency and deference that would have seemed amusing if he hadn’t been so completely sincere about it.
“Are you all right, my lady?” he asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time. “Do you require anything?”
“I’m fine,” Kate assured him. “And I’m not anyone’s lady. I’m just Kate. Why do you keep calling me that?”
“It’s not my place to say, my… Kate,” the captain insisted.
It wasn’t just him. All the
