It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. ‘Did you sigh and flutter your eyelashes?’ ‘Certainly I did. " Mechanically raising the potion to her lips, the poor creature swallowed it without hesitation. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. ‘Bête.
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