‘I will
fight to the death, if it needs. ’
Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the
handle of the door. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap
of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that
somewhere near to me. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a
couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall,
flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. His hair is oddly streaked with gray
—I might say a dishonourable gray. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered
the room. She longed to enjoy human food as he
did.
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