He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. Had he been listening inside? ‘What is amiss?’ ‘That Frenchie, sir. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly.
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