"I have reason," that aristocratic accent laughs, "to believe that you have." Her smile is cruel. "A pity if you choose to be stubborn. Such lovely legs."
Her companion steps forward, a knife in each hand. "Let me carve the truth from her, Lady Vic!"
"Patience, Brutale," is the calm answer as they both step toward Dinah.
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Her companion steps forward, a knife in each hand. "Let me carve the truth from her, Lady Vic!"
"Patience, Brutale," is the calm answer as they both step toward Dinah.