This Burning Desire, Joslinne Morgan [essential reading .TXT] 📗

mon bel errant." he whispered to her, before standing up and letting the body slide away from his lap. Her dark blood was soaked through the sleeve of his robe, and part of his skirt, but it did not repulse him. It was redeeming blood.

Squaring his shoulders and straightening his hat, Frollo cupped the crucifix in both his hands and brought it to his lips. Then he let it fall, and it thumped against his chest. A strangely comforting feeling.

And without another word, he began his walk towards the Palace of Justice.

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