” His voice conveyed studied moderation. “How do you feel?” she asked. Sebastian physically restrained her as she hit and scratched at him, trying to touch her mother who went swiftly into her death throes. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job.
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