Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. ” She looked at him for a moment with fire in her eyes. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. Paintings sold off the walls. ‘I’m only surprised you have not released yourself. I take the life out of men. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. She still could not muster the strength to leave. She spoke slowly. ‘Deaf? Deaf? I’ll have you know, miss—’ ‘Do not have me know anything,’ interrupted Melusine crossly, and digging into her habit, produced the fateful dagger that had cut Gerald’s hand.
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