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her first and only instinct was to withdraw.

a lifetime of carefully managing her mother's manic episodes had left her particularly attuned to the rare moments the woman would focus attention on sulukinak for any great length, and to bow to that will.

dutch now commanded her. as much as she wished not to, her voice emerged with answers.

they are... like the hungry men. they want things. they stay until they get them, and then they leave. she draws a sharp breath, her tongue flicking between her front teeth.

you said you would not be husband, before. you would not have a lodge. it all seemed contradictory to sulukinak. complicated, unreasonably so. if tulugak also wanted to be a mother that was fine - but why dutch? why all of these women?

her jaw set firmly.

why you? why do they all come for you?