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Lincoln
For hours, I lay beneath our blankets and try to sleep.
Not happening.
My thoughts whirl through everything Myla told me about her visit to Peli’s home. I’d be outraged that someone would ask Myla for her very life force, but I also know what it means to truly love a woman.
All in all, I can’t blame Peli for trying.
Shifting under the blankets, I stare out the tent’s exit flap to the vista beyond. From this high ground, I can make out the edge of the cliff wall, as well as the great expanse of stars glimmering over everything. Myla curls against my side, the gentle rhythm of her breathing a comfort. Even so, it isn’t until the sky begins to lighten that I actually fall asleep.
There isn’t much rest, though.
My dreams fill with white fire. Once more, the flames surround m
