Something softened in Melusine’s chest. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. I don’t have to take this shit. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. He seemed to be about to move toward her. “Ass!” he went on, still warming.
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