“Oh, you must want some water,” Émilie said.
He shut his eyes tight and clenched his jaw when a hand reached the back of his head. The pain lingered, even after he had a few soothing sips of water and was permitted to lay back onto the pillow. Unlike his headache, this pain had a memory, and heat radiated from the wound. That must have been a nasty hit…
“Merci,” Marc whispered.
The pain was still there, but bearable. What he needed were answers. With some effort, he turned towards her voice to find a blonde and porcelain skinned blur ahead.
He was disappointed at not being able to see those deep blue eyes, but smiled meekly. That would do for the time being, since Marc’s body was not entirely his own.
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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