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Who needs them? Her own voice was breathless. In that moment the rest of the world could have burst into flame and Reverie never would have noticed. He was home — or she was home, or both of those things, though the patch of land they stood on meant nothing.

She let him take her to the ground without much fight, too eager to have him as close as possible to bother with the details. After a few moments she gave up mouthing him and started to rub her face and neck furiously against him, as if she might meld herself to him this way. In practice she was more likely to smother him — but she trusted by now that Dusty Rose could fend for himself against her affections.