He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. And don't neglect my instructions this time. Melusine feigned a displeased frown. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. Vorsack.
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