Vica didn't dare move as she listened to Constantine negotiate with the other man even when she felt something drip back into her nose. The taste of copper teased the back of her throat, warm and unpleasant.
"This stupid cunt is yours?" the man was shrieking. Vica heard more shuffling, a frustrated grunt. Constantine must have stopped him from hitting her again, she thought. "Keep her home to f**k, don't bring a thief out here to steal from honest folk!"
"How much was it?"
Vica screwed her eyes shut even tighter at the muffled sound of coins clinking against each other. Money, she thought numbly, her heart thrumming like a hummingbird in her chest. Constantine was trying to buy him off. She had been afraid that Constantine would drag her to her feet and force her to return what she had
