“Martin pushed himself out of the sand, spitting blood. He’d just been hit across the mouth and didn’t like it much. If he bruised, then Mistress Ulet would- Well, that didn’t matter anymore, he was well out of her hands and that was the trouble. The woman who had ruled the pleasure house with an iron fist was no longer his biggest fear.”
(If you haven’t found @redwingedwhump’s Solis series — or any of their writing — yet, then you need to get on it! In fact: you can find the masterlist here.)
