Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. He was nearly wincing.
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