Man of War – Excerpt No. 291

“You have no influence?” Marc confirmed.

There was a pause, as though Susanna was considering how to respond.

“While I could, I choose not to…”


“You’d resent me later… A grudge festering for centuries.”

That made sense, and a part of him actually admired her for the modicum of honesty… she could always make me forget

Italian courtesan in a formal gown, surrounded by shadow, evil look, horns on head. Background appropriate for 16th century Venice working-class hotel bedroom.

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