Pirates! Veronica had never seen pirates before, but the two large burly men in the doorway wore enough weapons to arm a small battalion, had piercings and tattoos, and interspersed among the ink were the scars to show they'd seen their fair share of battles. But most of all, they had an air of ruthlessness about them.
As for the third, who'd spoken with a cultured British accent, he also had a dangerous air, but he lacked weapons, markings, or piercings.
"Matthew, I didn't think Le Rouge let you off the ship more than once a year," the man Veronica still thought of as Stephan Cloutier said. Marquis, she reminded herself, although that wasn't going to be helpful here. And he knew them? At least one of them. Yet another secret. Damn her traitorous heart, how could she be attracted to a m
