But, forcing her eyes open, she realised she’d already died and gone to Hell for her sins because, only inches from her own, was the face of the Devil—yellow slit eyes set in deepest black, and needle-sharp fangs bared in a vicious snarl wreathed in breath straight from Hades itself. ‘Oh, get off!’ she exclaimed and shoved the cat onto the floor. Boadicea took a swipe at Kitty on the way down, but missed. Kitty sat up gingerly, her back and leg muscles complaining mightily. She pushed the blankets off and swung her legs over the side of the bunk bed that was set neatly into an alcove. Her boots sat side by side on the floor, which was odd because she couldn’t remember taking them off. As soon as she’d boarded, Captain Farrell had told both her and Wai to go to his cabin and stay there until it was properly dark, but she must have fallen asleep and not woken all night. Something malodorous assaulted her nose and she lifted an arm and sniffed her armpit. It was her, but that wasn’t really surprising after yesterday’s exertions.
