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"Their treachery was the fire that tempered my soul; now I am the sword that will bring their downfall." ~Araneae Ruber
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TEDRIC'S STEPS were quick and straight. It was as though they knew where he was going without controlling them.
'I knew it! I just knew I shouldn't have left it to those unknown people the lady was so confident about.' He cursed at himself. As he took the stairs in twos and threes at a time.
'I should have persuaded her some more, forcing her to let me get rid of it. I would have completely taken it out of the dukedom and cremated it, throwing the ashes into a river or dirty swamp.'
He was scratching his head, thinking of every possibility to get Luella away from the picture.
But there was none. None was coming to mind.
