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their mother. your lover? but silvertongue sensed he would have the same import placed upon this had he been unrelated. he was that sort of man: a father. she thought of all she had done to at last rid herself of motherhood and tried to fight the sear low in her heart. "i did." she stepped close to the denmouth with an appraising glance, then toward akavir once more. "do you know which way she went?"