Simon shivered. Waves knocked against planks beneath his sodden feet. He swiped his dripping hair aside.
“It was an accident,” she repeated. Lamplight reflected from dark liquid eyes.
She’d knocked him overboard, he knew. He looked at the old man who’d just fished him out. “Thank you, Father McNary.”
Isabella’s gloved hands fidgeted in her lap. “You believe me? I didn’t mean it.”
The old man reached beneath the seat and retrieved an oar.
Quick as a cobra the blade shot out, striking Isabella square. His fiancée tumbled overboard, a single splash, and was gone.
“Better off now. You’ll see.”
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