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As far as Anselm could tell, Fiona carried none of the heat-mad scent that clung to Heda. But he knew it would come to her, as it had come to Wylla, and as it had come to the other women in his earlier childhood. He knew too, that it would move men to do maddening things.

While he inspected her, he got the sense she was contemplating him, too. She was graceful -- far more than he as she offered him her fresh kill. He shook his head, face going dark.

I vill tell you this only vonce. Anselm began, a measured growl gurgling deep in his chest. Do not touch him.