“A kiss for luck, demoiselle?"It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.”

R.L. LaFevers

R.L. LaFevers - “A kiss for luck, demoiselle?"It is a...” 1

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