Page 109 of Veradel
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By the time I return, Lucan is busy tying knots and pulling the anchor up out of the waves.
Leaning against the cabin, I marvel as he works, his muscles contracting, his tan skin glistening in the sun, until the sail unleashes in the wind with a booming whoosh.
A gasp rattles out of me with force as I look up, enamored with the gorgeous cream sheet of fabric. My neck cranes up to the top of the mast that kisses the sunlight.
I blink back at Lucan, beaming, as my eyes adjust.
“Ready?” he asks.
I’ve never been more ready. To learn what’s out there, to explore the world, to seek and find the unknown.
“Ready,” I say.
Then together we sail toward the horizon, to whatever awaits us beyond.
