Not knowing the man who was taking her to the mainland, she had gone to sit in the stern, watching the island go further away from her. Turning her head she noticed that instead of going directly across the bay, the quickest route and the one that Antonio had taken, the boat had swung in a wide arc and was actually following the coast rather than going directly to the port. Her mouth opened, she was about to question him when sense prevailed. There was something odd about him and about the journey. Standing, she made her way towards the hatch; he was going at a far faster rate of knots than last time she had crossed, the sway of the boat caused her to be a little unsteady. ‘Contessa?’ He asked as he saw her. She smiled. ‘I need to go below,’ she murmured. He offered no opposition. Obviously, he did not fear that she was suspicious about him, yet why should she be feeling like that?
