She was cool and under full control as she ejected the clip from the pistol and shoved four fresh cartridges into it. Jon began looking at her in a different light, in a manner in which he had never before viewed any woman. She lifted her head, meeting his eyes.

Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked.

Because I like what I see. You are one hell of a woman.”

You saw everything I had the other night, or have you forgotten?”

Hardly, cherie. But that was not what I meant.”

You and Debra . . . you were once lovers?”

For a day and a night only. Are you jealous?”

I might be. What's it to you,
mercenaire?”
He smiled his reply.
A quoi pensez-vous?”

You.
Je vous desire.”

You've had me, Jon.”

Again, not what I meant.”

You want me . . . even though I might be related to . . .”âshe cut her eyes to the dead Linkâ

. . . those things?”
The stench from the dead Link was horrendous; they moved out of the field, walking slowly back to the house.