—Te odio, Marcos Pessaro —dijo en un susurro que él, por supuesto, escuchó alto y claro.—No es cierto, Marina Miralles -respondió mientras subía las escaleras hacia su dormitorio—. Quizá más tarde. Ahora sólo me deseas.

-Lucía de Vicente

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