reassure her. “This is just a little game they’re playing. They won’t come.”
But the girl did not seem in need of reassuring. Her voice was an intense whisper. “You should have accepted. Let me set the table. I would slit Captain Larrea’s throat with one of your shiny bread knives.”
He glowered at her. “You shouldn’t be contemplating slitting any throats, especially not with a bread knife.”
He glowered at her. “You shouldn’t be contemplating slitting any throats, especially not with a bread knife.”
“You side with a murderer,” Sandra said coldly.
Her words and the look of contempt that burned in her eyes left him stunned and angry. “You’re a stupid child. If I did, you wouldn’t be here insulting me.”
“And you are a coward! If you weren’t, you would have joined the navy and gone to fight your country’s enemies instead of making beds for drunk fishermen!”
“Just like Captain Larrea did?”
The girl flinched, stunned into open-mouthed silence. Her hard expression softened and shame crept into her eyes, but she’d gone too far to elicit any sympathy from Agnarsson.
“See yourself below deck,” he growled. “I have beds to make.”