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Eskel smiled at her the way he smiled at all attractive women – that is, in a way that suggested that both parties knew what was really going on here – and lifted her hand to his lips instead of shaking it. Inappropriate, a voice in his head reminded him, sounding almost exactly like his Presti. But why not? He’d ended up in the wrong dream, but the odds of ever seeing this woman again were so remote…what was the harm in having a little fun? He released her hand shortly after kissing her knuckles, so as not to completely unnerve her, and cast his eyes around the room.

“You are a woman of the faith, then?” He asked, curious, returning his gaze to her face. Their environment shifted uncomfortably, shadows where shadows did not belong, details obscured by omission. It was not his dream, he’d be wise to remember. “Are you alone here?” His tone was casual, polite even, but his eyes were direct in their examination of her and her surroundings. Not his dream, no, but was it hers? Perhaps she, too, was a construct in this dreamscape? He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, unconsciously; his shackle slid warmly down his wrist, leaving a trail of sweat. Everything he perceived jarred against his senses, except for Svea. Her hair, the skin of her cheek where his thumb had brushed it, felt just as solid as anything he’d ever touched. If she was a figment of someone else’s imagination, they’d thought very hard about her…enough to make her real. “It seems a peaceful place…but lonely.”




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