"Swine," she said. "Downstairs."
He touched her knee and slipped off her glasses. "Expected. Booze does that to most people."
"Whatever. Where are you?...Damned attic light bulb."
"Yeah."
"Give me back my damn glasses." Amelia sharply looked around, seeing nothing, whisked the air between she and the thief. "James, give them back
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