Bethy hadn’t talk to Mira Miranda since that night the four of them had gotten drunk on Calloway’s shine. Now they had switched ships, which Bethy was sure Miranda had been even more busy than any other department. Just the cloak alone was a huge move.

But now the cruise ship had arrived and Martel had been, last Bethy had heard, ordered to go on the cruise. It bothered her for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. She made her way to Miranda’s quarters and pressed the chime.

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