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#41
Posted 06 October 2011 - 10:30 PM
... and right into him, where she landed awkwardly with her back against him, still struggling to regain her balance.
#42
Posted 06 October 2011 - 10:45 PM
Two things happened at once. The manuscript was now Gervais', and the girl had fallen against him. That shock coursed through him again; the first time he had kept her away, but this time she had already been inside of his defenses. He hissed, and though he had presence of mind enough to hang on to the manuscript with one hand, he caught her by the collar of her dress with the other and tried to shove her away from him.
#43
Posted 06 November 2011 - 02:00 AM
In her current position, Lucille had no way to fight back. She was flung forward, landing roughly on the floor in front of her.
#44
Posted 06 November 2011 - 02:13 AM
Gervais' eyes remained fixed on the girl for a moment, as she landed headlong on the floor with an involuntary, surprised sound. He took a step backwards, and then a second. He was once again unbalanced, and this time it was harder to recover; he was still a little in shock himself.
Nothing was coming to mind, no parting shot, and so instead of standing there, he turned on his heel silently to leave with the manuscript.
He had won.
Hadn't he?
Nothing was coming to mind, no parting shot, and so instead of standing there, he turned on his heel silently to leave with the manuscript.
He had won.
Hadn't he?
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