” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. ‘Why don’t you?’ Melusine frowned at him, grasping the dagger more firmly. Now, do what you please.
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