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cook-scents, Yanth floundered farbehind.

Yanth would follow his tracks, of course. But by the time hecaught up, Ry would have found
Kait. And a well-hidden place to bealone with her.
He ran easily through the ruins and leaped over a muddied,swollen stream, all his senses focused
toward Kait. He ran alongthe face of a cliff and around a corner to find a perfecthalf-sphere of
unburned forest awaiting him. And in the center ofthe half-sphere a ruin less ruined than most.
And in the doorway ofthe ruin, a woman of average height and lean build, her hair blackas a
jungle river, her dark eyes flashing, her white teeth bared inan unsettling smile. Kait. As he had
seen her in his mind, and inhis magic, but never in person.

She was — as he had dreamed, imagined, hoped — alone.His heart thrummed against the inside
of his chest like an animalcaught in a trap, and he slowed to a walk. There could be only onefirst
time. He wanted this moment to be something that both of themwould look back on in years to
come — for the rest of theirlives together — and remember with joy. With passion. Hewanted
perfection.

He stopped outside the circle of greenery. Standing in the muddyash, he said, “Vetromè elada,
Kait,”addressing her with the intimate greeting reserved for lovers,though the two of them had
never truly met.

Vetromè elada. It meant, Our souls kiss.

Kait had known he was coming. She was braced; she told herselfshe was ready. But when Ry
Sabir moved into view and she saw him asa man for the first time, she almost wept. He was
beautiful —golden-haired, tall and lean and tightly muscled. His pale eyestransported her into the
past, into the alley in Halles where theyhad met as Karnee. His scent caught her by surprise, as it
had thefirst time she crossed paths with him. That scent was a drug toher, shooting straight past
logic and upbringing and all herknowledge of her Family’s rules and her place within theFamily
and her determination to do what was right, driving into herheart and her gut. She smelled the
animal hunger in him, thenearness to Shift; she breathed his desire and felt matching desireflood
her veins.

He spoke to her, and his voice was the voice of her dreams, richand deep and smooth on the
surface, with a raw edge that laybeneath, just at the limits of her perception. He said, Vetromè
elada. If she could have picked the words thatcame from his mouth, she would have picked those
words. Oursouls kiss. Her mind, her body, and her spirit all told her hewas the man she had
dreamed of, the one she had hoped to find, andthe one she had believed did not exist. He was the
love she hadbelieved she would never have. He was everything she had everwanted.

And she was going to betray him.

She had to — for the Reborn, for her Family, and for herfriends, she had to. She said, “You are
Sabir, and I amGalweigh. We are enemies. Our souls can never touch.” Shelied, and knew it was
a lie when the words were forming in hermind, before they ever passed her lips, and determined
that shewould make the lie a truth because the lie was right and good, andher desire was wrong.
She put distaste in her voice. Loathing. Shefound the distaste and the loathing easily, but though
hewouldn’t know it, they had nothing to do with him. She hadnever hated herself as much as she
did at that moment. She hatedher weakness, her desire, and her hunger for him; she hated thefact
that she could want a Sabir with the overwhelming desire thatraged through her body . . . and she