Diane Vorsack was a disaster waiting for a place to happen, with a heartily established dislike for the Beck clan. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. Melusine cast one swift glance at it, and her eyes, flashing magnificently, came back to his face. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand.
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