“But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. ’ Melusine’s eyes misted. We’re different. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college education be damned. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. But you belong to me—and I want you.
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