Chapters (59)
Trapped and frustrated, Ginny could do little else but acquiesce, but she once more took to wearing a dagger strapped to her thigh beneath her skirts. It gave her more confidence, a reminder that if she had to, she would use it against Luna. Or any man who tried to hurt her.
General Luna looked at her with barely concealed triumph when she climbed into the carriage early the next morning, his black eyes glittering.
“I trust you slept well, Señora Alvarado?”
When she did not answer, he persisted, “And Carmen, she is an adequate servant, I trust.”
Sitting back, smoothing her hand over the deep green velvet folds of the cloak she held around her, Ginny said tartly, “It must be dreadfully tedious to be so bored with life that one must immerse themselves in all the petty details of another person’s life. I pity you, General, for your lack of diversions.”
He laughed softly. “Oh, do not waste such a sentiment on me, señora. I have my diversions. Yes, I have some most interesting diversions. Perhaps, one day, I shall share them with you. I think, somehow, that you might appreciate them more than most women.”
“Do not waste your time or mine, General. Now, if you please, I would prefer to ride in privacy. Be so kind as to ride with the driver.”
“I have my orders, fiery little cat,” he said in a low, intimate tone, “and one day you shall learn what it is to take orders from me. I think you will learn more swiftly than you like what it means to court discipline.”
A feeling of nausea churned in her belly as she stared at him, and Ginny knew that should she ever fall into this man’s hands, she would regret it.
“If you ever come near me,” she said slowly, each word distinct and deliberate, “I will do my best to gut you from neck to navel.”
To her angry surprise, he only smiled. “You will be a challenge for me, señora. I await the day with great anticipation.”
Before she could respond again, Luna shut the door, and to her relief, did not ride inside the carriage with her.
I do not think I can take another moment of his nasty innuendoes! she fumed. When I return to Mexico City, I will insist that Lerdo find me a safe escort home! Even if I have to wait until Díaz himself is president, I do not dare remain near Luna. He is dangerous.
But now she had to convince Porfirio Díaz, the man who would be the next president of Mexico, to show clemency to his predecessor. It was not an interview she anticipated with eagerness.