” “No. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. How she hated talking of the man who was responsible for her being brought into the world.
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