An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. Drink the toast, Jack. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. There were shadows under his eyes. ‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. Sebastian had known it was coming, but he could not avoid sleeping as easily as she could.
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