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"I know that." I want to snap at him, but I'm all too aware of Nos, laying, immobile between us. "I meant why did he just..."

"What were you doing before it happened?"

I'd been interrogating him. Asking him questions he didn't want to answer. But I wasn't about to admit that to Val.

"We were... disagreeing."

His quiet snort. "Yeah, that tends to do it. If he resists the vision, even the slightest bit, this is the result. Being a shifter, his beast has a part to play as well. Upsetting you probably didn't have his leviathan in an accepting kind of mood."

"Will he...?"

Val sighs, leaning back on his haunches. "He's in a vision now. He'll hurt like a bitch when he wakes up, but he's had worse."

Nos's body starts to sink into the floor, and I glance up at Val.

"He'll be more comfortable in his own bed." The captain pushes to his feet just as the floorboards completely swallow the shifter.

"Thank—"

"This doesn't change anything," Val cuts me off. "I want you off my ship. The fact that you're a 'Solar witch' but somehow can't deal with a seizure just makes me glad that Idos is less than a week away."

"Don't worry," I growl. "You'll never see me again after I step foot on that island."

"Good."

He says the word with such finality, but doesn't move. He just stands there, white hair mussed with sleep, dark eyes glowering as if he hates my very existence.

Has he even noticed he's only wearing the briefs he went to sleep in? The tight black material shows almost everything.

And my imagination happily fills in the blanks.

He's hard. Why the hell is he hard at a time like this?

Does it matter?

Goddess, why is this asshole so gorgeous? And why is my stupid brain interpreting that sexy, knowing smirk as an invitation?

If I don't get rid of him, I might jump his bones.

"Why are you still in my room?"

He rolls his eyes. "My ship, my cabin."

But he's already striding toward the wall, walking through the wood like it's water, not solid matter.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

VALOREAN

“Captain!"

The voice which rings out behind me is so unwelcome I resist the urge to just sink down into the heart of the ship and hide. The ropes on the deck tense subtly at my irritation, the black flag at the top of the mast tugs angrily against its fastenings, and below me, wood groans.

She even succeeds in slightly wilting the constant boner I've been suffering since Nilsa came aboard.

Fucking Solar witches.

After I've gotten rid of them, I am never, ever letting one aboard my ship ever again.