“The first woman to so blatantly call attention to the use of a pleasure slave.” She stifled her laughter. He still didn’t get it.

“Why—”

“So that after people come to expect it and the maids aren’t going to gossip about rumpled linen because the story’s already stale, the slave can be dismissed quietly and the lady’s lover can spend a couple of leisurely hours with her without anyone suspecting.” Surreal looked him in the eye. “And Lady Benedict does have a lover, doesn’t she?”

Philip stared at her for a moment. He started to smile and winced when it pulled his cut lip.

Surreal playfully pushed him away, rolled off the bed, and casually walked into the bathroom. She turned on the light and studied her reflection. There were bruises on her arms and shoulders from his hands, bruises on her neck from his teeth. She winced at the raw ache between her legs. Deje was going to lose her for a few days.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Philip had straightened the bed and was lying back comfortably, his hands under his head. The Gray Jewel glowed softly as he pulled the covers back to let her in. He studied the bruises, brushing them gently with his fingers.

“I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“Professional hazard,” Surreal replied with sweet venom. He deserved a short knife in the ribs.

Philip settled her head on his shoulder and tucked the covers around them once again. She knew he was looking for a way to get back on familiar ground, to take back the pain he’d caused. She let the silence stretch and strain, making no effort to help him. She was a whore now because it was the easiest way to get close to males, learn their habits, and make a kill. Since Philip was in only one of her two books, and unlikely to be in the other, she didn’t care if he ever came back.

Sadi was a different problem. She had to find a way to meet him that wouldn’t arouse suspicion. That, however, was something she would consider after some sleep.

“You didn’t get anything to eat,” Philip said quietly.

Surreal waited for a couple of heartbeats before accepting the peace offering. “True, and I’m ravenous.” She sent an order to the kitchen for two prime ribs with the works and another bottle of wine. The hefty tab Deje was going to hand him would disconcert him, but it would also alleviate some of his guilt for hurting her.

“I wouldn’t worry about Sadi,” Surreal said as she slipped out of bed and wrapped a dressing gown around her slim body. “Although”—how nice to see that immediate flicker of worry in his eyes—“a lover who requires his silent participation and discretion would do well to understand that Sadi remembers courtesies just as he remembers slights.”

She smiled as the obelisk on the table chimed and the two meals appeared on the table. Let him chew on that, she thought, as she cut into the prime rib.