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Chapters (59)
  1. COVER
  2. ROSEMARY ROGERS
  3. DEDICATION
  4. THE BEGINNING
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. NEW ORLEANS
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. MEXICO
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. LA CORTESANA
  29. 22
  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. THE JOURNEY
  47. 39
  48. 40
  49. 41
  50. THE DESTINATION
  51. 42
  52. TURNING POINTS
  53. 43
  54. 44
  55. 45
  56. 46
  57. THE PROMISE
  58. Epilogue
  59. COPYRIGHT

“I do not think President Díaz will appreciate my appearance at his palace,” she murmured, and ignored him when Luna only laughed.

“Do not be so modest, chica. Every man there will notice you, and every man there will want you. Perhaps I will allow you to choose a lover to bring home with us tonight when the ball is over. Have you ever been with two men at the same time? Would you like that?”

“I would like to put a knife into your heart,” she replied coolly, and reached for a silk shawl to pull around her shoulders. It was the only concession to modesty she was being allowed to take with her, and that only because the nights were chilly and they would not be back until well after dark.

It was near Christmas, and the air was crisp, the earth slowly baking under a warming sun during the day. People milled in the streets, and the mood of the city was festive now that the rebellion was ended and Díaz was in power.

“Like mindless cattle,” Luna murmured as their carriage rolled through the street. “They do not care who leads them to the trough, only that there is a trough.”

“Yet these mindless cattle are people with dreams, love and hope, Rafael. If they are forced to concessions to live, then they concede. That does not mean they are mindless.”

“You are a strange kind of woman, chica, an aristocrat with the philosophy of a peasant.”

“Perhaps because I am as they are,” she replied, “at the mercy of ruthless men who care only for their own desires and not for what is just and fair.”

“How noble. Did you learn that sentiment from your Juarista husband?”

“Don’t sneer. Juarez was a good president.”

“Juarez is dead. Díaz is now president. Will you say the same of him?”

“I suppose that depends on what he does as president.” Ginny turned to face him, and said boldly, “You promised to tell me about Steve. I have done as you wished. When will you tell me where he is?”

“You will know soon enough. While you may prefer not to believe it, I am a man of my word.” A strange smile played on his lips, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Damn you, if you intend to play some sort of trick on me. Do you even know where he is?”