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"Hmnnnn..." Ravel turned, clacked her tusks, then glanced at Annah with a<br />

sneer. "And what <strong>of</strong> THIS slip <strong>of</strong> flesh... the fiendling, the tiefling with the<br />

scarlet hair and the fiery passion. What is SHE <strong>to</strong> you, my precious man?"<br />

Ravel had <strong>to</strong>uched a tender spot with those words, as if she had pressed<br />

against an old bruise. Annah, who had lied <strong>to</strong> me the first time we met, and<br />

sent me <strong>do</strong>wn an alley full <strong>of</strong> muggers <strong>to</strong> my <strong>death</strong>. Annah, who was forced<br />

<strong>to</strong> guide me <strong>to</strong> where she had found my corpse, who sc<strong>of</strong>fed at my oafish<br />

ignorance and clumsiness as she tried <strong>to</strong> keep several paces ahead <strong>of</strong> me.<br />

And she was the one whose lips tightened when I spoke <strong>to</strong> pretty women.<br />

She was the one who taught me how <strong>to</strong> sneak and steal on a cool night in<br />

the silent darkness <strong>of</strong> the Clerk's Ward, our bodies pressed against each<br />

other innocently in an attempt <strong>to</strong> pick each other's pockets.<br />

I remem<strong>be</strong>red the flush <strong>of</strong> her skin, her sudden shyness, her half-spoken<br />

confessions that ached <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> heard, and were always brushed <strong>of</strong>f as jest...<br />

"Do yeh know I like the way yeh smell? Oh, aye - it drives me barmier than a<br />

Chaosman, it <strong>do</strong>es." She sniffed up the side <strong>of</strong> my cheek, and she gave a low,<br />

eager hiss. "I see the way yeh look at me, and I like it. Yeh've got hungry<br />

eyes, yeh <strong>do</strong>. It makes me a-fire..."<br />

And I remem<strong>be</strong>red how I cradled her body in the alley, desperately trying <strong>to</strong><br />

staunch the blood with my hands and keep the warmth from spilling out<br />

on<strong>to</strong> the cobbles<strong>to</strong>nes.<br />

"I could fall in love with her," I murmured, and I knew it was the most<br />

honest thing I had ever said.<br />

Ravel glanced at Annah, then snorted, her black-veined eyes gleaming.<br />

"Hmmmmnnn... so <strong>be</strong> it."<br />

"Enough <strong>of</strong> these games, Ravel. Look -"<br />

"My NEXT question is this..." Ravel's voice dropped, almost whispering. And<br />

suddenly, I had the strange feeling that she didn't want <strong>to</strong> hear the answer.<br />

"Why did you wait so long <strong>to</strong> return <strong>to</strong> me? Ravel grew a-lonely without you,<br />

precious man."<br />

"The way <strong>to</strong> this place is difficult, <strong>be</strong>autiful Ravel. Efforts have <strong>be</strong>en made <strong>to</strong><br />

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