My friend… Nothing to worry about, said Karl, his voice so coldly hypnotic that it was like icy fingers being drawn along her limbs. Clive was slumped on the sofa, eyes glassy and staring—Christ, him too—and there were fo I have no wish to torment you, Charlotte. Not waiting for an answer she strode in, slim and long-legged in a white shirt and riding breeches.
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