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He was right to wonder - Alya had considered it as she awaited his answer, and when it arrived swiftly and without guile, she decided to be as forthright with him. "Alya Ostrega," she replied, leaning back against him and enjoying the nearness, the warmth, the glowing embers of pleasure that burned deep within her, where they were still tethered together. She couldn't wait to tell her sisters of what had transpired here.

And as for her name - she left it at that. She was not adverse to the idea of having him around, but neither did she plan to make courting her as easy as she'd made this short dalliance. If that was something he desired, he'd have far more obstacles in his path. Finding her at Moonspear, for one thing. But she'd given him as many clues as she ever would, and they'd both have to content themselves with seeing what came of it. For now, Alya had her own agenda to attend to. After a short nap, maybe. Bruges was entirely too comfortable to abandon just yet.