He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing.
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