Chapter Ten
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TanMy reflection receded into the dark depths of the Marquis' frog-like eyes. The fact several Hispanics towed me across a hard, tiled floor had no bearing on anything. He'd got the message; the clinking chains around Sunyin's weak frame confirmed that much. However, I endeavoured to press the point.
“Sunyin. Sunyin, it is I, Jean. Do not worry, he dare not harm you. After all, his corpulent life depends on it.” It was mostly bluster, and Sunyin heard not a word of it, but the Marquis did and that was its purpose.
One of Raphael's men kicked out, an impolite be quiet. I did not care; their pathetic chuckles drove home my words. It was not me they joked about.
The mob dragged me into the next room and deposited me in unceremonious fashion against the far wall. If Sunyin
