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A scar as wide as her thumb ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. Another thinner scar bisected one arrogant black eyebrow.

A gesture of the graceful white hand curled around a heavy crystal goblet. In the candlelight, the ruby signet ring glittered malevolently. The claret and the ruby were the colour of blood, Sidonie noticed, then wished to heaven she hadn’t.

‘You’re late.’ His voice was deep and as replete with ennui as his manner.

Sidonie had expected to be frightened. She hadn’t expected to be angry as well. This man’s palpable lack of interest in his victim stirred outrage, powerful as a cleansing tide. ‘The journey took longer than expected.’ She was so furious, her hands were steady when they slid her hood back. ‘The weather disapproves of your nefarious schemes, Mr Merrick.’

As she uncovered her features, she had the grim satisfaction of watching the boredom leach from his expression, replaced by astonished curiosity. He straightened and glared down the table at her.

‘Just who in hell are you?’