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Her ears twitched, enjoying the stranger's accent if nothing else about this entire situation. Wildfire watched as he bent down to sniff at a flower at his feet, only redirecting his attention back to her after a moment. He asked the same of her and she drew in a breath that hitched in several places before her lungs were filled to capacity.

It gusted back out of her in one long and nearly silent whoosh. "No." She paused, an unpleasant heat prickling between her shoulder blades and a sudden tightness in her throat. "I don't live anywhere." The words just fell out of her mouth unbidden. She suddenly and inexplicably heard her father's voice in the back of her head. "I know you like to live a bit of that gypsy life."

"I'm Wildfire, by the way," she blurted in the next beat.