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Who was he, and what was he doing in her cabin?

Now that she’d seen his face, she wasn’t as frightened of him, and why was that? There wasn’t one cuddly thing about him. She should be running for her life.

Instead, cleaver still in hand, she sat down on a chair opposite him. “You think you fell down a waterfall?” she asked.

“I don’t know for sure,” he said, touching his lip and wincing.

“You must know something,” she insisted.

He raised his gaze to hers. “I wish I did, lady, but I’m afraid that what you see is what you get.”