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Suddenly, Mahler closed the distance between them. Wylla's nervous heart jumped immediately into her throat and pulsed there, choking her airways. Her breath grew rapid first, and with his proximity, it was impossible that he wouldn't notice, to say nothing of her pulse quickening. Did he already know of her recent dreams?

What are you doing? she blurted even as he stepped away, tucking her black ears against her hoary nape and taking a step back herself. It was too late. The dream started in much the same way, and she prayed he wouldn't detect the stuttering of her vexatious heart or feel the heat radiating from her face. I'm fine, she insisted, but the words were frantic in her throat.

Anxious to escape, she started walking, half flustered for hoping he would follow and press closer, and half hoping he would turn away and save them both. For the moment, words escaped her.