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Her mouth went dry at the mention of Tartok. She didn't know the other words, yet she certainly recognized her father's surname. She felt another surge of furious hatred pass through her, making her hackles prickle. She had looked up to her father, respected him greatly, and he'd turned his back on her and their entire family. Haunt hadn't realized until confronted with his lookalike just how deeply her resentment burrowed.

"I am not Tartok," Haunt said acidly, so caught up in her dislike for a moment that she forgot to make the obvious connection. Then it hit her bluntly. "You are?" She wondered if he knew her father and where he'd gone. Her toes suddenly clenched in the cold earth.