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Kyra woke and stretched sore limbs. Dried mud flaked from her joints. Looking around, she panicked. Just a dream?
“I wondered how long you’d sleep,” Mikos said from behind her.
She rolled over and saw him shaking out his jacket. He was fully dressed, though she was still muddy and nude. “How long have you been up?”
He didn’t answer, only came close and squatted by her. Setting the jacket down at her side, he studied her face. His hands—returned to their usual size and shape—cupped her jaw. “Your eyes are back to normal. Can you feel anything different?”
She immediately shook her head.
“Hmm.”
“Are you serious, Mikos? Tell me you aren’t playing with me. Did they really glow?” Her downcast eyes focused on the dirt, unable to watch him.
“You were full lupine last night. I’d swear it
