Melusine ripped at the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive red stain on his shirt. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes.
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