Zola nearly laughed. “Looks like you don’t know your helmsman very well after all.” He clicked his tongue.

A chill ran up my spine. That’s what Saint said when I saw him in Dern.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Fable, but West has spilled enough blood to paint the Marigold red.”

“You’re a liar.”

He threw up his hands in mock surrender as he came around the desk and found his seat at the table. “You sure you don’t want to join me for supper?” The tip of the fork hit the rim of the plate as he picked it up, and that ghoulish, morbid grin returned to his face.

I picked up my belt and started toward the door. Clove didn’t move out of my way until I was stopped in front of him, standing so close I could touch him. My mouth didn’t open, but I cast every ounce of hatred within me upon him. I let it roll off me in waves until I could see the set of his mouth falter. He stepped to the side and I reached for the latch, flinging the door open and letting it slam against the wall as I left.

I fit the belt back around my waist and tightened it, taking the steps up to the quarterdeck, where Koy was sitting with his legs hanging over the stern. A bowl of steaming stew was clutched in his hands, his hair drying in waves down his back. When he saw me, his brow creased.

I didn’t know what had brought Koy onto the Luna, and I didn’t care. But there was one thing about him I knew I could count on. I stepped on the heel of my boots to slide them off.

He dropped his spoon into the bowl. “What the hell are you doing?”

I checked my tools again, my finger catching on the tip of the chisel. “We have to double today’s haul before sundown tomorrow if we’re going to get paid.”

He stiffened, looking from me to the water. “You’re going back in?”

The moon was almost full and its pale light rippled on the calm water around us. As long as the clouds didn’t blow in, I could stay in the shallows and work the rock closest to the surface. It would be slow going, but there weren’t enough hours of daylight to hit the quota Zola had set.

When he didn’t move, I tried again. “I think I can hit those twenty carats before dawn.”

He measured me for a moment, his black eyes shining before he groaned, taking his belt from where he’d dropped it on the deck. A moment later we were both back up on the railing. Down on the main deck, Ryland was watching us.

Koy looked over my head, eyeing him. “You watching that one?” he muttered under his breath.