Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. “But what can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet.
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