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... the most of a captive audience—to breathe and try to understand what had just happened.

She looked at her hand in wonder, touching the blood smeared across her palm, his blood as well as her own.

"Who has stolen your heart so quickly?" her mother murmured, shooting her a catlike smile from the side so that she appeared to anyone watching not to be speaking, but only greeting her daughter.

"What?" Ayleth hissed through unmoving lips, her heart hammering. How had her mothe ...

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