‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd.
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