Ephy’s voice had risen an octave. “I don’t want them on my ship.”
She’d been irritated with Nisaba, Satchel, and Hastiand for jumping down to help, but when they insisted on bringing the two men and their luggage on board the Vahana, she became irate. Her voice was loud enough to pierce through the wind that swept across the deck of the ship.
“Too bad,” replied Satchel. “If you want my help, you’ll have to help them. At least until we can get them back on their feet.”
The girl’s mouth worked. “This wasn’t part of our deal.”
