He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. ’ ‘Eh bien, you are not a saint,’ Melusine snapped. Something to tell you. Enjoy. ‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away. The rest of his attire was nondescript. “I want to know who you are.
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