Gelan
thought about all the times those arms had clutched around him and
swallowed. He wondered if Wynhod had
found a clan.
Having
to concentrate to keep his tone steady, Gelan asked, “What has it been, six
years?”
“Seven.” That almost feral smile reappeared on
Wynhod’s face. That smile said he
remembered everything, not just how many years had elapsed.
Releasing
Spring or Summer 2013
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