The Peninsular Wars may have ended more than a year ago, but they're not over for Colonel Jack Prescott. Cursed with perfect recall, Jack can remember the names and see the faces of every man he sent into battle, hear their dying howls of agony, and taste the bitter flavor of their fear. Awake or asleep, he can't escape the twisted, violent images or his remote for having knowingly condemned foo many soldiers to certain death. That is, until he chances upon perhaps the one woman who can accept him without judgment or condemnation.

'Tis pity she's a whore.

NOTE: This novella was originally published by Kensington Books in 2009 in the anthology titled Behind the Red Door.