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Early the next morning, Madas stood next to the pool and sighed. Gril was concerned about her. Last night had been beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. She had given him everything he could dream of—and yet, he could not do the same, even though he wanted to.
After they had made love in the pool, they had emerged and made love again on the soft pallet of moss by the fire. Afterward, he had held her as she had fallen into an exhausted sleep. Less than an hour later, she had awakened sobbing uncontrollably and calling for L’eon before falling back into a fitful sleep.
Now, he could see dark circles under her eyes, and guilt poured through him that he had left the small lizard to die. At the time, his most urgent thought was to protect Madas.
“I’m afraid, Gril, to return to my
