There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. like rabies. The Frenchman was already being followed. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. I couldn’t help the thought.
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