You have to marry me. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. Killed is too kind a word.
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