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Porphyria set a box on the countertop. He put a hand on her arm and she pushed it away. They’re yours, I saved them.”
She handed him a bundle of clothes. “Wake the kitchen staff,” Porphyria said. “Oleander.”
She nodded. “Why did I leave?”
“Let’s not talk about that now. Her little fingers cupped Porphyria’s breast and squeezed as her teeth grazed the tip of one nipple. “Move that box or you forfeit your pay.”
The worker scowled, but wrapped the rope twice around his hands and braced himself against the fence to pull harder.
