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How? Ylandra cradled the woman against her, stroking her silvery hair. What would you have of me? Max blew out a breath.I found one, but shes different. Names Jasmine Elam. She went missing from York three weeks ago. He clasped my hand in a firm grip.Im probably going to regret this, but yeah, weve got a deal—on two conditions. Jeren lurched free of Shans grasp and, slipping past the oncoming sword, she seized Maldrine. She swung her whole weight around, hurling her enemy against the tunnel wall. He fell back, momentarily dazed and she turned on him, a fierce light in her eyes, her gaze not entirely her own. Take care of her. Shes your new partner now. I slipped my hand inside the bodice of my dress and removed the safety cap from the detonator. Eve waits for more. Samara pulled the strap over her head and laid her bag to rest at the base of the tree. Dropping to a crouch, she opened the plastic clasps and lifted the main denim flap. In the darkness under the canopy, she searched by touch, her fingers skipping over pencils, balled up sketches, and the few coins shed hoped would scratch up half a Coke. Oh its quite rare, I assure you. Youre not a butterfly catcher, are you? I literally only have one point of reference for butterflies. No further technical tames. Id be denounced as a fraud by any lepidopterist.., 30 Hes got a tattoo on his neck. She frowned, amazed he could think she could deny him something as trivial as that. Then she remembered the way her people looked at him. The way the Dalers had reacted to his presence at her side. They feared the Fair Ones. They despised them. All the Holters did, except for a precious few. Samara contemplated her decision, studying the board. In an endless dark abyss, she was free from any distraction. She lifted her hand from the table, flexed her fingers, and selected her piece. A shot glass, filled to the brim with a flat, ruby liquid. She considered the possible moves and determined, slid the piece forwards. There is no Freya, says Pearl, quietly. You are not my mistress! She followed me there. Said she wanted to come back with me, that she loved me. But I knew…she wore a fair face and a virtuous exterior, but I knew. She didnt seem to want to come with me afterwards. She screamed and fought and even when I finally made her quiet, when I hit her that last time, her eyes just kept staring at me, accusing me. I knew I was right then. She was a demon. But there was no one here, no member of his sect to offer him that release. No help in this dank place of the True Blood traitors. He was already one of the lost, doomed in the dank shadows of this Holt. Anala was gone. He would never see Jeren again. He was lost. So be it, he told them. Go about your business then. Protect the Scion of Jern like a Roh and all will be well. He nodded, to himself more than anyone else, pleased with his guidance, and gave a satisfied grunt to dismiss them. Leithen cleared his throat, his position outside the pavilion as fixed as the stars overhead. He would not move, so the Shistra-Phail had come to him to request his leadership. Dumbfounded, the River Holter had only swallowed, and looked to Jeren for confirmation..