“Good morning,” Marc whispered.
“Morning?” Émilie asked. “Already?”
Her voice brought back his splitting headache. He winced while fighting through it.
“Pardonnez-moi,” Émilie whispered. “You passed out after the second bottle… I should’ve guessed from your snoring that you’d have a hangover. ”
“De rien. I’ve been through worse.”
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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