She would end alone. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. "It is your son. And if you’ve any notion—’ ‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside.
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