‘You don’t even know what it means, do you?’ Melusine frowned. ’ ‘Yes, indeed,’ agreed Lucilla enthusiastically. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. ‘I know you, Gerald.
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