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She eyed him carefully, awaiting an answer, but all she got were more questions. Cyclone was growing impatient, but even she could not help but close her eyes and feel that familiar flutter in her (heart? loins? somewhere else?) when he reached out and touched her cheek. The Blackthorn resolved not to be swayed by his advances, though. There was only one answer that would bring her back.

Is that a yes? she asked, as if they were now playing a game of questions, and the first one to answer with a statement was the loser of the two. Neasa pulled back, looking him squarely in the eyes. She would not dilly dally for any longer. This was a yes or no answer, and if he didn't make a choice, that was an answer. It meant that Cyclone would find another husband. Maybe she'd find several. Now there was a thought she hadn't even considered. Hell, maybe she'd even pick up some wives along the way, too.