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She smiles. “How good are you at acting? And do you know anything about science?”

“Stassi…”

“Oh, shut up. This is going to be so much fun!”

I shut my eyes.

God save me from smart women.

I think they’re going to be the death of me.

* * *

Of all the languages that I speak, Nordic languages like Danish are some of the ones that I’ve never touched. For one thing, those types of languages aren’t really involved in my work all that often.

For another, I have no interest in learning them.

So Stassi has to do all the talking for us.

She, apparently, not only speaks Russian, but Danish, Polish, Norwegian, and Swedish.

When I ask her about Finnish, she snorts. “I’m not like, trash, you know.”

I have no idea what that comment is supposed to mean.

But Stassi speaks Danish. And apparently, so do some of the people in Greenland.

We manage to use my yacht, which does not look anything like a scientific vessel, into port. Stassi, apparently, can fake an RFID tag with the best of them, and our clearance passes inspection with flying colors.

I also don’t know how she sold that we’re a science team.

“Why did they believe you,” I ask quickly.

She smiles. “I told them that we were on our honeymoon and I’m like so excited to see the type of moss that I’ve been studying for my whole life.”

“And they believed that?”

She smirks at me. “Why wouldn’t they? I told them I had a PhD in arctic ecosystems, especially in grasses and moss. And I couldn’t wait to see Salix Arctica in its like… natural habitat.”

I gape at her. “Salix Arctica?”

“It’s the grasses you see out there,” she waves at the dingy countryside.

“And you knew this…”

“Oh. I do like, definitely have a PhD in biochemistry. Not in grasslands though.”

My eyes are going to pop out of my head. “What?”

“Yeah. It’s what I was doing when I got kidnapped.”

“You were doing a PhD?”

She shakes her head at me. “Nope! I was doing field research for some post-doctoral stuff.”

I have no words.

“Stassi…”