Presley returned to her room on the ship and immediately noted pajamas laid out for her. She gave a sideways glance at Estrella who stood in the room her back to the door.
“You’re staying?”
“I presume you’ll want to brush your teeth after eating.”
“I didn’t eat.”
“Are you hungry? I can get you something and bring it to you.”
“No.” When the woman continued to stand there she rolled her eyes angrily. “Estrella, what the hell do you want? Why are you still standing here? You can leave.”
“I’m to take your dress with me. You get one change of clothes only. There are straps on the dress you’re wearing which could be used to strangle.”
“Oh my god, I’d never strangle anyone. I can barely write violent scenes in my books without feeling nauseated and you think I can do it with my bare hands?
