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wylla clicked shut. gone was the heated temptation of the last moment; gone even the barest hint of warmth. she simply gathered her skirts and briskly walked on, leaving mahler to stand burdened with mute frustration at her back.
"vylla," finally the man pleaded in a baritone; he let out his stride until he was apace with the she-wolf. "vylla, if you vere in my place, and i in yours, if you had made obligations before you ever knew that i vould come back —"
would she pause now to look upon him? lavender eyes seeking; seeking: mahler would not stop her, but smarted to think he had harmed her in some way yet again.
and then there reared the other portion of his mind, which snapped that she was only another woman who seeked to terraform the general into something he was not. mahler had never been one to break promises, nor the beginnings of one. why would wylla demand he do so now?
if she did not stop now, the man would slow, would watch the woman's quick whipping steps carry her away and away and away.