’ ‘But you do not make love,’ Melusine pointed out. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. “You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. ’ Melusine stared. She pulled him towards the bed.
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