Evie Stanton

I cursed Thane with every fiber of my being.

I must’ve been scrubbing the deck for an hour. My knees hurt from shuffling around, stomach parallel to the wood. Ever so often, I would glance at the cabin boys next to me to make sure I was doing it right.

Thane’s eyes were on me, and I knew he looked smug.

The bastard.

Was this a punishment from last night? For using him?

My cheeks burned, but I put it ...