She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. “It is, if anything, a little above the average,” Brendon admitted. Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. He looked across at Annabel, and he groaned.
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