Gwen said as they moved into the center of the river. Vad and Ardra ignored her. “Okay. I’ll just shut up and sail the boat.” A few miles later, she tried again. “I have an idea.” When they ignored her, she fell into a state of irritation. She started humming. Vad swung abruptly around. He’d been honing his knives for the past few miles. “What are you singing?” “A song from a Disney movie.” A fleeting look of consternation crossed his face. “‘When you wish upon a star…’” “That’s it. You remember.” “What is it you remember?” Ardra asked, her own head tipped in question. “Nothing,” Vad snapped. “Vad. If you remember something, you can’t just ignore—” “It is impossible to ignore you. You are like this festering wound on my arm. You are the drip of water from a spigot. You are—” “I get it.” She took a deep breath, then softened her tone. Maybe his arm really did hurt. “Do you think your wound’s festering?” “Aye,” Ardra piped up.
