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she closed her eyes even before ingram's sharp rejection cut the air between them, sensing his tension. he would not wed.

not unless his bride was the prophet herself.

to hear his desire stated so plainly struck lightning in her veins. she turned away. the dreampath beckoned.

you do not know what you ask for, ingram, the prophet heard herself speak, but could not feel the movement of her lips. you do not know what i am. not truly.