She had never liked boats. They were too slow for her, and she’d never liked the idea of the only escape being that icy sea. She didn’t know how Kirov had stood it on his sub all those years. But then she and Kirov were different in as many ways as they were alike.Her glance shifted to Kirov and Hannah across the deck. Kirov wasn’t as grim as he’d been when he’d first boarded the boat.Hannah’s doing?Probably. Kirov could be moody, and Hannah wouldn’t put up with it. Good for her. Eugenia believed that the only way to keep from plummeting was to soar and look to the sky. If you kept busy and positive, no one could take you down.Her glance moved to Charlie, standing alone at the rail. He was hurting and couldn’t see anything but his own pain. If left alone, he’d either spiral into nothingness or get himself killed. Pity. He had potential.Oh, what the hell. She needed a project.She jumped to her feet and strode over to where Charlie stood. “We’ll be arriving in another hour.”
