19
“Cinque Terre. Five Towns.” Archie pointed down the coast at compact clusters of buildings perched along the magnificent green cliffs. “We will stop here for a day or two. You will love this place.”
Kee had yet to find anything to love. The first night, while still at the dock in Genoa, lack of sleep had finally smacked her down on a long bench at the dining table. She’d woken fourteen hours later, stiff, sore, and far too hot from the blanket someone had tossed over her. The only blessing, Dilya had been equally exhausted and slept as long.
Now they’d spent a long day rolling over waves in a motion her body didn’t like, flinging her against hard surfaces without warning. The boat was fast and light on its feet, but she couldn’t predict what it would do from one moment to the next.
