Marc made out her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was tied back with silver pins to accommodate a wig. Susanna was already clean, wearing nothing but her slip… She probably didn’t want me to get excited about washing her body with soap and water…
He averted her gaze, his palms sweaty from anxiety. However, Marc wanted to avoid getting lectured about the fact they ‘had no time for that.’
A moment later, he looked over his shoulder towards the mirror. Marc saw a pair of black eyes staring back at him.
“The woman in white…”
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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