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She kissed his neck and licked him there. ’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. So he shut his eyes. “Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped. ‘And I am delighted to see that you are ready to admit that the Charvills—or rather the Valades—are indeed your affair. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top.
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