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She dipped her head forward. “Come see me again.”

“If I need healing?”

“For any reason, even to talk.”

I couldn’t imagine what she’d want to talk about, but why not? “Sure. Thanks for the invitation.”

Nevarn thrust himself between me and the door. “You cannot leave.”

“If you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to kick you.”

He scowled down at me. “What do you think a kick from a puny female like you will do?”

“Do you really want to find out?”

“You’re insignificant. Much too small to cause harm. I doubt you could hurt a mighty warrior like me.”

“This is your last chance to get out of the way,” I snarled.

“You’d be wise to listen to her, Traedor Nevarn.” Even I could hear the warning in Helena’s voice.

“I’m not convinced she’s his mate,” he said, though patiently. He wasn’t a horrible guy. Conceited, yes. But someone would love him one day—and put him in his place. I almost wished I could be here to see it and cheer that poor woman on.

“See this knee?” I lifted it and tapped it with the tip of my finger.

He nodded slowly. “I . . . do.”

“Males,” the carved wooden woman said behind me. “They never listen, do they?”

“You’re damned straight, they don’t,” I said.

“Yes, damned straight,” she quipped.

“We listen,” he said, frowning at my foot as I dropped it to the floor.

I curled my finger for him to lower his head and spoke slowly. “If you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to plant this knee in your groin, and you’re going think about your life choices every time you take a step after that.”

His face cleared, and his eyes widened. With a little catch in his throat, he eased to the side, revealing the door.

“Open it, if you please,” I said.

He reached over and touched something, and the panel slid to the side.

“Thank you.” Turning, I waved to Helena. “Thanks again for the healing. Do you enjoy coffee?”

“I don’t know what coffee is,” she said.

“Do you drink liquids?”

“Sometimes.”

Good enough. “You’ll love it. One day soon, I’ll bring you coffee, and we can sit, have a few cups. We can share girl talk.”

“I have never had . . . girl talk, either.”

“Then you’ve been missing out.”

Her tickling hum echoed in the room, and her body shook with her laughter. “I believe you’re right.”

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