01-07-2015, 04:22 PM
Lucy? An outdated name.
She'd noticed who Dane had spotted, which meant she was trying to determine just what function he played in Damien's court. Perhaps he was a ransom held by the Mexicans for leverage or sport. Maybe he was a rabid dog incapable of being let off the leash. Or perhaps he was what he really was: a killer and those two guards were his goons. Miss Lucy Nolan would like to know, and Dane did enjoy tugging the hook he'd stuck through her cheek.
He gazed into the courtyard below. A duo of men, one smoking a cigar, the other holding a glass of port, spoke softly to themselves below. Dane placed the champagne flute on the railing and offered his freed palms for Lucy. "Do you really think so? I always find it difficult to determine when someone does or does not trust me. Actions speak louder than words. Will you dance with me?"
As he reached to turn her aside, his elbow nicked the glass. It tumbled silently from the edge and struck the head of one of those two men. Dane did not wait to see what happened, he knew that the individual would be taken for medical care. Stitches would be needed once the shards of glass were pulled from his scalp. Damien's people would see to it he was escorted from the grounds without interrupting the party. True, as nobody on their floor, or even the others on the balcony, realized what happened below.
Hopefully he made it home from the hospital safely. Hospitals were not always the safest places in a city.
She'd noticed who Dane had spotted, which meant she was trying to determine just what function he played in Damien's court. Perhaps he was a ransom held by the Mexicans for leverage or sport. Maybe he was a rabid dog incapable of being let off the leash. Or perhaps he was what he really was: a killer and those two guards were his goons. Miss Lucy Nolan would like to know, and Dane did enjoy tugging the hook he'd stuck through her cheek.
He gazed into the courtyard below. A duo of men, one smoking a cigar, the other holding a glass of port, spoke softly to themselves below. Dane placed the champagne flute on the railing and offered his freed palms for Lucy. "Do you really think so? I always find it difficult to determine when someone does or does not trust me. Actions speak louder than words. Will you dance with me?"
As he reached to turn her aside, his elbow nicked the glass. It tumbled silently from the edge and struck the head of one of those two men. Dane did not wait to see what happened, he knew that the individual would be taken for medical care. Stitches would be needed once the shards of glass were pulled from his scalp. Damien's people would see to it he was escorted from the grounds without interrupting the party. True, as nobody on their floor, or even the others on the balcony, realized what happened below.
Hopefully he made it home from the hospital safely. Hospitals were not always the safest places in a city.