Marc awoke to the pervasive scent of soap and lavender. He furrowed his brow and did not realise that this was Émilie’s room until he opened his eyes and saw the morning light filtering in from the windows. I must have…
“Overslept,” Marc said.
The sound of his own voice made him wince. His forehead throbbed, and his jaw muscles bulged while he worked through the pain. Marc rarely drank to excess, and to his knowledge had never been drunk. How can I be sure? I can’t even remember how I got here…
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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