“We settled long ago—we’re hard stuff. Let—it—fall. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret convent, at least as a hiding place. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. He pressed his lips to her with a much greater force than she had anticipated. His chest heaved violently, and big tears coursed rapidly down his cheeks. She had agonized over it for weeks. Melusine sighed with frustration. And he had destroyed all this.
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