His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. The money will last longer, and—it won’t bother you. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control.
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