Dread held her immobile. She quaked a little.
She'd gone a little far with the business of the making his mark she was the first to admit it. Flint was the most intelligent man she'd ever met. He could read and write perfectly. But it was too late to turn back now, even if she shuddered to think what terms he'd insist on. She ran her tongue around her lips to moisten them.
"And what are they exactly? Hmm?"
His gaze swept the room as it had the hanging of Messalina earlier as if she were very comfortable here, as if she had everything, when in fact none of it belonged to her and there were bills, certain bills in her possession only Susan knew about. Bills from just about everyone in Genoa it was possible to have bills from. Then his gaze swept her. Making her wait. Tweaking her nerve
