- Me, please, number Rhys Dexter - she said the telephone operator, and a minute later I heard a low voice.
- Figure Dexter the phone.
Ear burned as hot oil, then heat flowed over his chest and rushed below ... Breath flame was interrupted.
- I want to talk to you - hating myself for what can not otherwise react to it, Flame said.
In the tube were silent. Then suddenly his voice rang out, this time serious and even threatening.
- Good. I also want to talk to you. I'll see you tomorrow night at San Marco in nine.
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