Man of War – Excerpt No. 269

“For a woman?”

“For any swordsman.”

Her smile grew in size, as though the response surprised her. However, her eyes were not focused on him, but the wound that ceased bleeding.

“How did you—” Marc said.

“I believe you owe me a kiss, Monsieur.

Marc went to close the distance between them, but her outstretched arm kept him at bay. 

Venetian courtesan licking her lips as she spots a red stain on the shoulder of a French lord. Setting and clothing appropriate for the 16th century Venice parlour at night.

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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