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Enflamed
Melanie cried out in denial as Loran was engulfed. It could not take him!
Let it.
The thought came unbidden, and with it a wave of self-loathing. What cared she if the Inquisitor was killed here this night? She had been ready to do it herself not so long ago. Only her realization that she - that they - needed Loran for this night's work, and her friends' intervention, had stopped her. He had been more than eager to profit from her death this night as well. What was good for the goose was good for the gander.
Hell, she ought to dance a jig and thank the Out-Dweller for saving her the trouble.
And you can take that thing yourself, can you?
She looked away from the squirming serpent coils, all that was visible where the Inquisitor was a moment ago, and toward the Out-Dwelle
