“A seven for Sir Malcolm,” DeVere’s voice betrayed no emotion and Olivia held her breath.
“A Queen for Lady Honoria.”
Olivia’s eyes bulged in terrible anguish. Her Master had lost.
“You win again, my Lady,” Sir Malcolm said softly, “The contents of my box are yours for one week.”
“Quickly, Jack. Open it! Open it!” the excited woman cried, “I want to see what I have won!”
Light flooded into the box as the lid was thrown back and Olivia squealed into her gag, staring up at the tall figure of the man towering over her chained nudity.
“Good God!” Jack, her ex-husband roared, “It’s a woman!”
“What? What do you mean? It can’t be! Let me see.”
Jack bent lower, his astonishment changing to disbelieving recognition as he stared into Olivia’s gagged face.
“I don’t believe it!” he gaped,
