He touched her breast as if he was testing the waters of a cold lake. Only you good ones— shirk. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. For a space he rode the whirligig. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. “Let me get you some water, Annabel.
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