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Lucy treaded down two steps, stunned. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly.
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