Chapter Eleven
Melusine’s limbs nearly gave way beneath her. I wish”—
she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have
quarrelled. When anybody is natural, these days, we dub them queer. ‘As for your dagger—’
She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. That’s my opinion, if you ask me. We,
ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had
only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. “I get that a lot. She
wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon
straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into
her. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they
had found one or many of the bodies that she thought
she had hidden so well. She looked at her for a moment
fixedly. Spurlock (himself verging
upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. She so wanted
to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize
his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he
was mere dust in the ground. The militia offered little in the way of relief. ”
“Well, fuck you too.
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