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Chapter 230

"English scum!" One of the soldiers smashed the butt of his rifle into Avery's face. "Where's the woman?"

Avery grunted and spat blood onto the ground. "She's right over there." He was lying on his side, hands still tied together in front of him.

They had started their interrogation on Avery first and were clearly enjoying causing him pain. Some passed a bottle around and joked as it went on.

"Your joke has grown old, English dog. The man who warned us about you would not have mistaken that man for a woman."

"Are you sure? She is rather fetching in that dress."

The soldier kicked Avery in the stomach, and Jonathan shouted for them to stop. "You'll kill him. Shouldn't he get a trial first?"

The soldiers all turned toward him, laughing. One man, the captain, stepped forward, his cold eyes settling on Jonathan.

"Perhaps. Perhaps no. But that gives me the idea." His English was about as bad as Jonathan's French. He turned and pulled out a saber and placed the blade's edge underneath
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