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Wood's. Melusine tilted her head to catch sight of her neck, and froze, staring at the image. Sit down, I command you. “Who?” She asked. She glanced at him. Here was one of those Americans who would make him breathless before sundown. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. ‘This, as you see, is an identity for your cousin, André Valade. ’ ‘Why should I?’ ‘Because I can’t live without you!’ ‘That is your own affair, and—’ Melusine broke off, staring at him, shocked realisation kicking in her gut. .
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