“Good,” said Nicaise, and stabbed the fork viciously into Damen’s thigh under the table. Even through a layer of cloth, it was enough to make Damen start, and instinctively grab the fork, as three drops of blood welled up. “Excuse me a moment,” Laurent said smoothly, turning from Torveld to face Nicaise. “I made your pet jump,” said Nicaise, smugly. Not sounding at all displeased: “Yes, you did.” “Whatever you’re planning, it’s not going to work.” “I think it will, though. Bet you your earring.” “If I win, you wear it,” said Nicaise.
