“Please, Lieutenant, finish your tea. You don’t want that to get cold, it’s best hot,” the man laughed, turning to face the woman who was trying to crawl into his lap with a putrid growl.
He had forgotten his facial expression, knowing that he looked as if he had seen the dark cast of a wraith. Swiftly, he tried to force a natural smile on his face that he could feel didn’t reach his eyes as he brought the teacup back to his lips.
What was she doing here? Why would she need to be here in this place of them all?
Of all the times he imagined meeting her again, he expected it to be in a shop, maybe one that she owned after all this time. Not in a brothel, this brothel, serving tea to men with greedy eyes and even greedier hands.
If he called himself tuning out the repulsive man across f
