He jerked his hand away and stood so that he towered over her. He looked down on her for a moment with a leer before turning to the other boat, which was nearly on top of them. Her breath left her in a whoosh. Her relief at her captor’s distraction swelled through her even as her heart crumpled. She’d pinned her hopes on keeping the presence of the other boat from him, praying that it was someone—anyone—willing to help and who would catch her captor off-guard. But then a familiar voice floated to her ears. If she’d been breathless a moment ago, now her lungs and heart froze in her chest completely. Grimar. Through ringing ears, she vaguely comprehended that Grimar was ordering her captor to board the newly arrived boat and help him deal with something. Nay, not something—someone. She glanced up from her cowering position in the prow. Her captor’s back was still to her as he waited for the boat to draw nearer. He’d all but forgotten her, discarding her as a nonthreat. Slowly, she eased her aching hands from behind her back.
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