The Resurrectionists

The sailor rolled over, fixed the trio with unfocused eyes, and slurred a curse in a foreign tongue. It was immediately apparent that the Lord of Martel would require all of her considerable skills to manage. Behind those lids were dark eyes that once had flashed an intelligence, a joy, a love that ignited in Alis’ soul a towering passion that threatened to burn the world to cinders. Did he finally come to his senses about that woman and report her for stealing his bag?”