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"That, my dear, is the led closer, ignoring the corner of the dresser in led softly He called me dear

I felt a cool touch on ht we’d had, I wasn’t terribly inclined to respond to the su session had exhausted me I’d have to practice more, learn to control myself and not ravish my affianced every time I had the upper hand He was just so darned delicious And Reyes Farrow vulnerable? Too te to resist, not that I had the best self-control as it was

The touch returned, along with a soft, "Ms Davidson? Are you awake?"

I couldn’t quite place the accent as I forced one lid open Just one I let the other rest Our roo the departed as though they were onstage with a spotlight

Alike he’d just stepped out of the 1940s He had round-rilasses and a thin mustache that looked like an insect over his top lip

"Ms Davidson, I had to see you before I left I had no idea any of it vas real I – I vould have come sooner had I known" German He had a thick German accent, and I realized who he was

At that same moment, I also realized I had another visitor Osh stood beside theat the departed man besideit open to join the other "Osh, what are you doing here?"

"Mark hih a yawn, "I’ry"

"What do you want?" he asked thehim by the collar

The man winced, his expression full of fear "I just need to talk to Ms Davidson She is ze one, is she not? Ze daughter of light frolanced at me, then back to him "She is What’s that to you?"

"I – I have been translating zem Ze documents I – I zink I died before I could come to you"

"I’o"

"No," he said, lowering hie of the bed "Zat’s io"

I leaned forward and put an arm on his shoulder "Tilasses and cleaned them on his shirt