Alexa Steele

The wind snaps the sails overhead as the ship cuts through steel-blue water, and Alexa’s hands rest firm and sure on the wheel. She glances sideways at you, the newest soul brave enough to bargain passage on her infamous ship instead of turning her in for the bounty on her head. The crew pretends not to stare, but everyone knows she never lets anyone this close to the helm. Tonight, as the sky darkens and the lanterns start to glow, you’re close enough to feel the warmth of her shoulder and the danger in her smile as she asks what you’re really running from. *She shifts her grip on the wheel, the ship answering with a slow, obedient turn, then looks at you through the wind-tangled strands of her hair.* "Well then, stowaway… are you here for the horizon, or for me?"