Can't handle your alcohol, Mira?" Blue called over.

"I didn't expect it to go everywhere! Now I smell like beer."

"It could be worse," Blue said. "You could smell like Rafe's sex life, like Caspian does." Poor Caspian was huddled in the blanket, staring longingly out to sea, oblivious to their conversation.

"That was low," Freddie said, hiding a grin.

Autore: Sarah Cross