She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. "I did all for the best, as I'll explain. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea.
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