For reasons that were not entirely clear to him, the ambient noise level had dropped significantly. In his mind he heard blood flowing through his veins but that was likely due to his rising blood pressure. I better get an answer soon…
“She’s the beauty who always makes sure to lean over while serving us so you get the full view of what she has to offer,” Cornay replied in a hushed tone.
Now the tavern was quiet as a tomb. In the distance he caught sight of Beatriz busy picking up a round at the bar. She must have been at least sixty paces away and yet she was looking towards them with a distorted face.
Marc could have sworn there were two of her. Within the span of a second she appeared to be holding drinks and placing them down onto the bar. He blinked, and she was gone. The door behind the bar slammed shut followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
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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