Vorsack rose from the table and departed for the bathroom, mumbling something about a Tylenol. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. . ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen.
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