” Sebastian snorted. He waited. Michelle’s eyes darted around, she refused to look straight at Lucy. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. No means were neglected to accomplish this end. “These are for you. ‘I am sure you will. "Because you did not wish to hurt me?" "Yes.
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