Beneath the Veil of Starry Night
“And why in all the seas would I want to help you? You’ve spent the whole day making a fool of me.” She laughed lightly. Not cruelly, he thought, but as though she was genuinely amused. The setting sun lit her up, making her shimmer gold and copper in his cabin, as though she were the very thing worth locking away in a chest and guarding from all the treasure hunters. Her tail lay lazily across her lap, ears perked high with small brown tufts at their tips. In one swift motion, she hopped down from his table. Drawing close, far too close once more, she whispered to him, her hands gliding up to rest lightly on his chest, “Because, pirate or not, you have far too kind a heart to refuse.”
or where Colin Bridgerton stole a mysterious map one evening and eventually found much greater treasure than he had ever expected.
