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Melisande, standing at the mirror, stamped her bare foot.
Delaunay bit back a grin. "Need some help, my dear?"
She whirled, startled, then smiled ruefully. "I can't seem to work this clasp properly." From her fingers hung a delicate gold chain and the key-shaped charm he had given her only days ago.
"Here, let me." He gathered her hair to one side, enjoying its silken weight, then settled the necklace against her smooth skin. He gave in to temptation and planted a light kiss just above her shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, amber and blue, both coolly amused. She smiled.
"Your turn to put something around my neck, I suppose."