Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. 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. \"Josh Durkin?\" Lucy whispered loudly. He was the social order; he was law and wisdom. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel.
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