’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. ” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. She could still feel his psychic presence all around her, and she knew he was thinking of her.
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