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Her breath caught in her throat when he came close, and she tensed — but then the Mazoi moved away and Melody was filled with disappointment. He was talking about Senmut again — and she didn't want to talk about him, him and his stupid servant girl.

She shook her head and stepped closer, wanting to close the distance again. He hardly notices me, Her murmur was distracted; distant in spite of the truth she felt in her words. You noticed me, she thought, but could only study Khusobek in suspended silence.