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Melusine tilted her head to catch sight of her neck, and froze, staring at the image. Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes fixed steadily upon her. “Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood.
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