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Cecelia:  Looping her arms around his neck, Cecelia snuggled close to him. Her perfume was cloyingly sweet. Oscar tipped up her chin and drew closer. Then he pressed his lips to hers. It was not a short kiss, and it was soul melting in its intensity. Intoxicated with her victory, Cecelia drank of it deeply.
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Oscar:  After a while, Oscar pulled back to murmur in her ear, his low voice reverberating through her body. “Why do you think that? It could have been someone who looks like her.”
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Cecelia:  “You won’t be able to weasel your way out that easily… I saw her myself. There’s no way I’m mistaken.”
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Oscar:  Oscar trailed his fingers along Cecelia’s white neck. He could feel her blood pumping under her soft skin. “Where? I don’t believe you.” he said.
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Cecelia:  At that, she let out a shrill laugh. “Do you truly desire that enchantress that much? She’s a witch, so I suppose she uses magic to make men into her slaves. She visits my brother every night, you know. What a trollop she is. I don’t think she even knows I’m watching.”
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Oscar:  “…What?” Oscar almost crushed Cecelia’s windpipe in his hands. Restraining himself just before he did, he pushed her off and got to his feet. Cecelia was left in a daze, and he grabbed her chin and forced it upward. He stared down at her, no trace of sweetness in his gaze at all. “Tell me where Prince Reust’s room is.” Oscar demanded in a tone that was not to be disobeyed.