Rhysto laughed, a big booming sound that didn't match his intimidating appearance. Not for the first time, Loretta thanked her insistence on soundproofing this room for her frequent daytime sleeping habits. Bess didn't know the history between them, and neither of them would react well to a confrontation. He finally stood and moved away.
"Well, good thing for you I'm in a generous mood tonight," he said. "I'll be glad to let that smartass remark go. Deal with your turncoat however you want to tomorrow, if you can. Tonight you'll be dealing with me."
Loretta wished she still had her boots on, with easy access to her sharpest knives and one of her tiny clockwork revolvers. The knife hidden in the back of her corset might do, but she'd rather have the gun with someone like him.
No matter,
