I seek chaos, but not out of choice. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. But I don’t want to. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped.
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