I flung her away from Asher, sending her sliding across the floor on the slick white cloth of Musette's dress. The city responded to her overtures. I wanted to help it. He let me go, and the absence of his hands almost staggered me, as if he'd taken away a shelter, and I was lost in the storm.
Yet shepersisted with them. I shook my head. We cannot harm her. The dark-haired bodyguard, with shoulders nearly as broad as I was tall, smiled, though.
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