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After another beat passed, she’d thought of easing up, of returning to her forage. Her chin had begun to dip — and then Aure heard him, as incomparably-insidious as he’d ever been or would be. Put up against him, Rakk had been a figment of her imagination.

Every tendon was taut to the point of trembling, and it was all she could do to lance her starlit gaze into those bleeding embers of her past. Red — those forsaken eyes were red and terrible and red. Where had her breath gone? Where was her brother? Her children? Their father, her beloved? Her heart was in her ears—

All Aure could do was stare, half-blind, as rage threatened to bay in her blood. Scarred lips parted to say something; nothing came. Nothing, except some oddity of a noise between her throat and lungs that sounded like a whine, a snarl, something paltry to ward him away.