I start awake at the knocking that comes at my door, sitting up straight in bed. For a moment, I’m completely confused and a little scared – where the hell am I?
But then I feel Kent’s arm tighten around my waist. Immediatelt I smile, looking down at where he lays belly-down on the bed.
“Whoever it it,” he murmurs, still exhausted, “…shoot them.”
I laugh despite myself but then smack him lightly on the back as the knock comes again. “You know I didn’t bring any guns on this boat, Kent – that’s so dangerous –“
He lifts his head suddenly, looking at me with an appalled expression. “We don’t have any guns?”
“Well Daniel and Jerome probably do,” I say, shrugging and slipping out of the bed, reaching for my old bathrobe, which is folded neatly on the top of my suitcase. “But they wouldn’t
