Sebastian observed coolly, savoring the outline of Lucy’s feral figure hunching over Michelle’s gradually diminishing body. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. Always. You make yourself charming for help. She felt her chest trying to float up, but the blessed undertow, the dreaded reason why she was warned to never bathe in the ocean, sucked her feet down, putting the decision where it belonged, into the hands of God. If I were a clean, free man—We’ll have to talk of all these things. "Where am I?" asked Spurlock.
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