“So you work for the king eh?” Sirena the singing whore asked.
Jack was on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he’d taken her to bed, nor did he know what bed he had taken her to. His whole body felt numb, his limbs weak and only a dull ache in his chest reminded him he was still breathing.
“Yes,” he answered her.
“My aunt is kept by one of his noblemen,” the women said slyly. “Sir Soren he’s called, he takes good care of her.”
Jack felt the tingle of her fingers caressing his skin, and pulled away. “I’m no nobleman” he told her with a grunt.
She responded with a sigh, “That’s a shame.”
The ache in his chest became distant suddenly, as his senses sharpened at the feel of a blade at his neck. Within moments, Sirena had called out and two armed men had crashed into the room, pulling Jack from the bed by his shoulders. His head spun, and everything in the room became a blur of colours. His stomach revolted at the sudden upheaval, and he found himself gagging.
“Thought you said he had coin?” A gruff voice sounded in his ear.
“He did, he does!”
For a moment Jack was standing on his own, as those around him argued and moved about too quickly for him to keep up. He stood there swaying until the dirty floorboards seemed to rise up and all too quickly meet his face.