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Tavina ordered she stay and was already storming off, but Nazli tried to stop her. She felt hotly embarrassed by the woman's reaction and was still deeply confused, but mostly she could not find fault with Ramesses.
Tavina! Please don't--! But there was no stopping the woman, who had cleared the hallway already, so Nazli sank back. She did not need more prying eyes, or rumors flying.
She sought a bed and lay in a heap there, unsure if she trembled now from her unknown illness or the nervous energy that now possessed her. Why was Tavina so adamant to speak with Ramesses? He had done nothing wrong!