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Disa slowed to a halt,  holding Defne's golden gaze in hers. This woman was either deluded or misinformed or both - Disa had seen the body, smelled the blood. Leandros was dead, and Kemal seemed pretty convinced that his wife had met a similar fate.

Disa decided not to press the issue. She knew that some wolves reacted strangely when reality became incompatible with their inner world.

"He needs a wife here," she did say, gazing up the steep side of the vast red palace. "Not a  one-week-ago wife."

Wolves had walked the belly of this beast before them. Disa experienced the imprint of their long departed souls as a bitterness in the back of her throat, and she eyed one of the dark openings in the rock with apprehension. "My name is Disa," she said quietly, and a moment later: "Is she strong? The not-wife. Your baby-sitter." If Kemal had chosen, let it be someone sturdy at least.