Sebastian's arms were about her, his fists pumping her stomach as she coughed forth saltwater from her belly and lungs. ‘And that object confirms me in the belief that it is not I who will shortly meet my maker. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. If you do not find your aunt, my people will take you under wing until you can stand on your own. ‘You think I am like that Valade? No, a thousand times. A door slammed.
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