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6 pages, Audiobook
First published June 24, 2014
He smiled that Rollan smile that she was coming to know so well. At first he'd just been some orphan boy to her. And now here she was standing before him, an orphan herself -- mother dead birthing her, father killed by the Devourer -- homeless, nowhere to return to, just trying to survive. More like him than she'd ever imagined possible. His brown eyes were warm, his brown skin speckled with dirt from the road, his broad face comfortingly familiar. Inside the great void of despair that had filled her since her father's death, she felt a pinprick of hope.
And then Rollan reached out and took her hand. His fingers were warm.
Meilin had never been so aware of the beating of her heart.
Surely he meant all of them -- the group. But when Rollan said "us", she heard "you and me." Rollan and Meilin. The thought startled her heart.
Meilin wondered if through all that thick fur, their touch felt much like holding Rollan's gloved hand. She realized she was still holding his hand and dropped it, suddenly embarrassed.