The Baron looked impressed. “You’ll have as many men at your disposal as you wish.”
“I don’t want a single one. Porn I cannot. “I know,” said the Marquis. Saint-Just’s expression could have frozen beer. It was dark out now, and most of the people of Paris were huddled by their hearths, glad to have survived another day. The wolf laid its ears back, lips curled, the rank pestilence of its breath wafting over him. She felt something roll up inside of her, starting at the base of her tailbone and rising through her stomach and into the center of her chest, holding there while her heart hammered and her lungs filled so much they might burst. He was not the only one who noticed; a young soldier standing next to him could not suppress a gasp at the sight.
