She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. And listen, John. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. She would not be driven in by this persistent, sneaking aggression. But on this matter my mind is quite made up. ‘So that’s true, is it?’ ‘Certainly it is true,’ Melusine said, opening her eyes wide. "The gentleman under the table," she answered.
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