The whore returns…
Susanna hesitated, her steps unsteady. She leaned against the wall, and Marc winced as it might soil her gown. This was the woman who travelled through Venice without getting her dress wet; such a misstep was decidedly out of character.
“Is everything—” Marc asked.
“I’m fine… I just got an icy chill.”
“Do you want a sip to warm you up?”Marc saw no concern in offering up a vein. Given their pace, he was uncomfortably warm… I blame the outfit…
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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