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I have been a fool.  The mercurial nature of Quentin’s attack is beyond medical reasoning.  These are Collinses, no matter the band of time, and as such need my defense.  Chief among those deserving defense was Maggie.  From?  Me.  I simply could not control my urge for history to repeat itself.  Or, in this universe, to be created anew.  I made every attempt to secure myself in the secret chamber off the drawing room, but the sound of her voice overcame my discretion, and not even the accursed cross could stop me.

I shall have her.  Now, I shall taste her as I please and have her as I please.

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