“Why would anyone willingly choose to get on a boat with a bunch of other people?” I moaned as I sat up and attempted to stretch. It was nearly impossible to get a good stretch with my hands tied together.
“It’s rarely a choice,” Brant said. “Usually, it’s just the only option to get where you need to go.”
“If it were my only option, then I can tell you I would suddenly not need to travel wherever the boat was going,” I said.
“Are you telling me there are no long trips on the water in our future?” Brant asked.
I snapped my fingers, then pointed at him. “You are a quick study, warrior. My mother would say that means you are a keeper.”
“Your mother would say anyone who would take you is a keeper,” Clay clarified.
Brant laughed, but he turned it into coughing when I gave him a sharp gl
