He embraced her like her father once had. She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. They stood back together and stared at it. “Very well,” said her father. " "I am sorry. In fact he was thinking of other things. Do you think that I am utterly selfish?” She raised her eyebrows. 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.
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