Chalice Bearer remains on track for its January 2020 release. Until then, a little snippet.
Sevenday 9, Day 3
With their duty executed, Lilian follows Monsignor into a windowed alcove where they can observe without being approached. Sipping wine, mentor and protégé review the exuberant throng in the now overflowing reception chambers. “May I be permitted to know how it was designed that Monsignor Hercules would have Monsignor Persia so well positioned?”
“Hercules’ task was to have the most conservative monsignor he could locate engaged with the Governor when we arrived. That it was Persia was Luck of the First. I am aware that she and Lady Tobi insulted you in Jonathan’s Museum.”
What says he?
Monsignor’s eyes hood. “Katleen said something about it to Cesare. It was not difficult to discover the whole. We can do little to answer the past insult, but I do not believe you will be subject to such, again.”
The evening has been beyond her expectations, had she remained a warrior she would not have been better received. Monsignor’s care for her sets off a warm glow that morphs to desire, muscles contracting low in her abdomen.
Master desire. Lucius sex throbs in response to the combination of admiration and desire in Lilian’s gaze. He forces his gaze into the throng. A handsome blond warrior passes them, his eyes wandering over Lilian’s form before rising to her face. With a start, and remarkable speed given the density of the crowd, the man forces his way to the nearest exit.
“Know you that warrior?” Hidden from the chamber, he runs a hand between Lilian’s shoulder-blades.
Arching against his fingers, Lilian nods. “That is Patrick Volsted.” Three years prior, Patrick Volsted had capped his campaign of torment and insult toward Lilian with assault and attempted rape. “Did monsignor note the length of his hair? He keeps his ears covered.”
“The piece you took was lost and could not be reattached,” Lucius recalls, dropping his hand to cup one buttock.
“It was night and there was much confusion.” Lilian’s shoulders twitch. It is mirth, not desire.
“What know you of that lout’s ear?”
“Naught for certain, monsignor.”
She is withholding. Tightening his hand on the silk clad mound, he warns, “Woman, do not try me.”
She wriggles in his grasp, her flush indicating pleasure and not discomfort. “Mr. Hidaka has mongrel dog with a regrettable fondness for street debris. In the confusion of the militia arrival, she wandered free for some moments.”
“Are you giving me to understand that Hidaka fed that lout’s ear to his dog?”
“That would be a serious transgression.” Lilian protests with mock shock. “I assure Monsignor, Mr. Hidaka is the most upright of citizens.”