’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared you thus long. You are the woman I love, Anna.
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