“You spoke to her. Don't repeat the same mistake.” Antoine recalled the circumstances of their acquaintance from years ago. The name escaped him, but the memory of a brawl in the town square arose with a vengeance. “I will trash you at the slightest provocation.”
The object of the discussion sunk her teeth into Antoine's hand and he promptly released her. “You will have to roll the dice with Henri for this pleasure,” she said.
The man regarded him with distaste before his eye twitched in recognition. He left without another word. The grizzled man and the Lieutenant resumed their conversation.
Lyon, France – August 1713
“De Brangelton,” Laurent de la Fleure glanced over the rim of his wine cup. “My oldest son must learn discipline. Yes, I am aware that you do not understand that concept
