“You’re supposed to be—” the Comtesse said.
The fire burning in those eyes would have made Lucifer uncomfortable. How many knew of my supposed death?
“Dead?” Marc replied. “Bertrand, that’s the second who told me that I should be dead. Does that stike you as peculiar?”
“It does, my lord,” Bertrand replied.
Marc gave the man a side glance before a grin crept over his lips. He could have remained a soldier and avoided this entire fiasco, so there was no one else to blame. Watching her squirm does have value…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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