The duchess cut herself on one of the shards of glass and told her husband it was her own blood. I staggered while the world ran in streamers of dark color. Everything else seemed to have withered away. She could not even fall.
Never forget this moment, Musette, because if it happens again, it will be your last moment. Her voice rang clear, though hidden, Do not fear, Angelito, the wererats will not touch me. But the ardeur had been denied longer than I'd ever denied it, and it was like a force of nature, a storm that broke over us, washed away Jean-Claude's clothes and what was left of mine. Disappointed why? That I wasn't invited.
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