It was cheating, pitiful cheating. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. We were only—les autres. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. ” “It isn’t nice getting there.
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