"Obviously enjoying her dilemma, Macon made a point of reiterating his plan to make Emma his paramour. "We'll begin the evening of his funeral, I think," he said, grinning as furious color rose in Emma's face. "You'll need consoling." Emma was fairly quaking with rage, but she kept her smile in place and replied, "I'd sooner be a swamp rat's mistress than yours!" Macon threw back his head and laughed at that, and it made Emma fume to realize the people around them probably thought the exchange was an affectionate one. "Your spirit only makes you more appealing," he said presently. "I'll break it, I assure you, if Steven's hanging doesn't do it first." Saliva gathered in Emma's mouth, but she didn't quite have the nerve to spit in Macon's face. "It might not be Steven who hangs," she blurted out on some wild and ill-advised instinct. "Perhaps the real murderer will be brought to justice." Catching her implication, Macon went pale with fury and lapsed into a stony silence. When"