When he returned, it was always the same. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. “No, stay, Lucy. But if he starts a long jog, his name is Dennis. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. ‘Can’t you trust me a little?’ His touch sent shivers running through her, but Melusine did not withdraw her hand.
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