Chapter Four
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She awoke to a door thrown open.
For a moment, Trysta had no recollection of how she’d come to be in this dark chamber. As moonlight struck the man’s eager face, she remembered the previous day, and the wish on her lips as she drifted into slumber. It involved this man, Selyf—that he would enter her room in the night to plant kisses on her mouth, down her neck, and all across her chest.
Sitting up in the cot, she allowed the sheets to flutter down her waist. Selyf’s jaw dropped as he stood inside the doorframe, staring at her naked breasts.
“Trysta,” he said, in a barely audible mumble. He looked up and into her eyes. “Fay Trysta, I have excellent news. I’ve found a solution to your dilemma. I can’t be sure it will work, because the mythology is not our own, but
