The Spanish oak and the embroidered silk coverlet of the bed in his rooms in Lisbon. The erratic light of the candle that dangled from his nerveless fingers. Honoria, eyes blue-black and wide with pleading, lips parted, hair spilling over her naked breasts. His own breathing quickened, his though...
Edgar collapsed onto the cobblestones with a thud. His fair hair and the pistol that had fallen from his fingers shone bright in the moonlight. The rest of him was a mass of blue-black shadows. Mélanie lowered her smoking pistol. The sound of booted feet came from the other end of the alley. Méla...