Madeleine slipped gracefully to her feet and walked away to rejoin her friends, her sulky expression vanishing as if nothing had happened. Such dreams I have… I can't wait to paint them. As in a dream Madeleine watched them without fear, only with a kind of bewildered paralysis. Her hand rested on his collarbone, turning icy as her heat sank into his flesh.
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