Chapter 6: Galley Garden

Evie Stanton

Thane’s mother stared at me as I fiddled with the hem of my pants. While I was relieved to be in something that covered my skin from prying eyes, the fabric felt odd against my skin. The leather material felt stiff, scratchy.

I still wore Thane’s blouse, feeling incredibly unsupported without my corset. I constantly folded my arms across my chest to hide my breasts. Usually, from the neck down, I wore layers upon layers and gloves, hiding every square inch of my skin.

Even though I was covered in the traditional sense, the lightweight nature of the clothing made me feel incredibly naked.

Especially with crewmen eyeing me while they cracked their boiled eggs.

She wasn’t particularly chatty. Gave me just as much as her son did. A whole lot of nothing. Those cold eyes of hers unnerved me, like I wasn’t sure if she was going to outright kill me or not. She looked like she wanted to.

“Where did Thane find you?” she asked, breaking the silent standoff between us.