His jawline was 78 masculine and severe, only tempered by the soft hazy color of his eyes. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. . Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. “Don’t know me, eh? I like that.
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