Now then, missie—’ ‘Bon,’ said Melusine, interrupting him without ceremony, and paying no attention to the muskets that were pointing at her from two directions. ‘What is it?’ asked Roding. His eyes were narrow with desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly satisfied. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above.
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