To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. ’ He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. Where is your hat?’ ‘Parbleu, is this a way to rescue me?’ Melusine demanded, digging in her heels and wrenching her arm out of his hold. Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly.
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