“Good,” said John. “Very good, love. Bear with me, and you’ll get more than your share.”
“How much more?” she asked with icy coldness, but he put a forefinger to his lips and shook his head slightly.
Jennifer nodded. She rubbed her hands together and wrung them as though she couldn’t wait any longer.
Mark wasn’t ready for the bargain yet. He knew that John would never believe him, even if he told the truth – that he wasn’t the descendant of King Ealdakin.