‘You mean that there is a rival Melusine to the one he has heard about? He does not. ” She covered her face with her hands. He just wants to get laid. Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp. I’m sorry Lucy. ‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be merciful. I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. I am—’ ‘Like me, entirely English. Melusine tried to squash down, still trying to maintain her guard.
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