I wanted to break it free of its cage. All I could feel was Moroven's power like a storm hovering over me. Maybe it was something else. We ended up with my arms around his waist, and he put his hands on my shoulders.
It was bold and discreet at the same time. How can you be sure? I asked. It wasn't until I heard Richard's voice, Jean-Claude, and felt Richard's rhythm falter, that I suspected what Jean-Claude was doing up there, behind my back. But it won't hold.
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