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she held his eyes for a time. why did he wish to know? vuk wondered what it mattered to hiram — nothing else in her life had interested the man, including herself, but she let out a breath that trembled only slightly at its edges. "b-blackf-feather." perhaps he had heard the name, perhaps not; vuk was swiftly realizing she did not care. hiram had jhala and surely the promise of unborn children. he needed vuk no longer.

and still she remained, her turquoise eyes glowing with a raw pain she could not veil. not from him.