The look on Lewis’ face changed in slow motion until it fell in line with his fellow soldier. Marc was nearly always impeccable in dress, even when he ventured out into No Man’s Land on the hunt. Tonight his uniform was covered in mud and blood, with various holes to indicate gunfire and knife wounds. Just wait until they get a look at my back.
“You look like one of the targets at the range,” Lewis said. “Sir.”
The delay in adding the ‘Sir’ was likely accidental, because everyone who saw him was taken aback. However, it also cut through the tension and as long as Marc played his role as Le Marquis right, this would hopefully be a short exchange.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
