A thick rope thudded onto the deck of the Ardent, bouncing once before unraveling near Sebastian’s boots.

“We’ll secure it from here,” a voice called from the patrol cutter. “Prepare to receive the passenger.”

Sebastian barely heard them. His eyes were fixed on Callista, who was being helped to the side of the other ship, her hand gripping the railing, legs wobbling as she tried to stand tall and proud like she hadn’t just nearly died alone in open water.

“I’m fine.” She ...