“But we’re not going in till sunset.” “Can Pretty hypnotize me now?” Gemma asked. “Dry off first,” Shade told her, then looked over at Trilo. “Find her something of yours to wear.” Frowning, Trilo fingered the charms around his neck. “Don’t say it again,” Shade warned him. I shot a questioning look at Eel, who now lounged on the bench, his feet propped on the table. “He thinks having a girl on board is bad luck,” Eel explained with amusement. Trilo’s frown deepened until Kale clamped a hand on the back of his neck and said pleasantly, “Or we can give her the clothes you’ve got on.” Trilo thrashed out of Kale’s hold and glared. Though by the time he met Shade’s gaze, he’d dialed down his attitude by several clicks. “Okay, I will,” he said, without moving. “And you give her your bunk,” Shade told Pretty. If Pretty had had a tail, it would have swished.
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