Beneath A Waning Moon: A Duo Of Gothic Romances - Plot & Excerpts
“Brandy.” Nathaniel rubbed his aching midriff, still sore from the round of shot she’d fired into him. Nettie’s hands visibly shook as she poured a dram of brandy into each glass. She passed one to him before taking a seat in the chair opposite his. Her ruddy skin was still pale from shock, and she eyed him as if not quite believing he was real much less the man he claimed to be. “After what you just told me, I need something stronger. I’d pour meself chain lightning if I kept it stocked.” Nathaniel scowled at her. “Stay away from the stuff, Nettie. It’s poison in a glass, and I’ve seen more families bury a poor lad baned by it.” They clinked glasses in a silent toast, and Nathaniel sipped his brandy under his former captain’s piercing gaze. Her quarters were peaceful now, completely opposite from the riotous chaos a half hour earlier. Nathaniel had pressed a hand against his riddled midriff, coughed twice and spat a mouthful of bloody shot pellets into his palm before spilling them to the floor. The wounds made by the ammunition closed up, and the silvery blood flow slowed to a trickle before ceasing altogether.
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