” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. She still kicked herself for it. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. They’ve just got to keep white. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. She had killed him.
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