"Not my king's," returned Wood. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. "I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. Lucilla shoved Roding out of the way so that she could take hold of Melusine’s hands again.
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