He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. I——” The door was thrown open. ’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. It wound around a small manufactured lake. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. But one of these days everything will click back into place. I’ll announce myself. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes.
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