I so need to decide/beg/work out which saint she was banging...
"I thought you couldn't leave France," Solene said in a small voice. She was still backing away from him, but her steps now were tiny, more shuffling than steps. "Someone told me that... that you couldn't leave your countries." That was what he Saint lover had said, wasn't it? It had been something along those lines, and yet here the Devil stood.