A woman cannot change her soul. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. But perhaps if people didn’t like clear, bright, healthy eyes—which is biologically understandable—they couldn’t like precious stones. For that matter, my future be damned. Melusine’s heart ached for him, but she had to force him on. Posts were offered to all who chose to accept them.
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