THE NEXT MORNING, I SAT in my usual spot with Loushka, watching the choppy waves with a dubious stomach.

Really hope I don't get seasick-

I watched everyone on the main deck, spying Kassie and Rumal tucked into a discreet alcove by the covered entrance to the decks below. Rumal caressed Kassie's hair while they stared over at Loi and Sabyn's ship. Watching the way they moved together, the constant touches, always aware of the other, produced a hollow sense of longing. ...