When he broke through the surface, his eyes adjusted instantly to the change in ambient light. Even in the dim torchlight, the scene was clear as walking through a town square on a sunny afternoon. Marc saw the stone walls and their inscriptions in full detail. He was even able to peer through the depths of the shadows where the woman in white once stood… She’s gone…
The next detail he caught sight of was Drusilla’s face transitioning from that smug grin to a scowl. The change had taken a fraction of a second, but his eyes perceived the changes as though she was a mime, her movements exaggerated in slow motion.
Next, he laid eyes on Susanna, who broke all decorum by clapping her hands. Those eyes, that hair, her smooth skin, and her visible cleavage had no immediate effect. It took a while for his emotions to work their way out of the recesses of his mind… I feel…
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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