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clearly in the soft air.  My Bondmate.
The silence rang like a thunderclap. One of the young women shifted abruptly, then stilled. Another
gasped audibly, her hand over her mouth, eyes stretched wide with shock. Chelisand turned to frown
them down. Her gaze traveled to the torques nestled in the collar of Anje s shirt and her brow furrowed.
 An unnecessary complication. Her lips compressed again.  The Rite will be harder on you. Maybe
even impossible. Brin, how could 
 Chel. Trey cleared his throat. His hand tightened on Anje s waist.  That s not all. He stroked his
fingertips over the battered torque that circled his neck.
Chelisand s smooth brow creased as her eyes narrowed.  I don t understand. Her tone remained
absolutely even, but Anje thought the admission irritated her.
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Ah Mother, they were fine, her loves! No woman had ever been gifted with so much. An echo of Trey s
rueful laughter ghosted through the link and she knew what she had to do.  Trey is my Bondmate also,
she said. Let Chelisand and her priestesses make of that what they willed!
The High Priestess whirled on Trey, her skirts flying.  That s impossible, she said flatly.
Trey just looked at her, a small smile playing over that carnal mouth.
Chelisand dragged in a breath.  If they fail 
Trey shrugged.  I know.
 Chelisand. Brin s dark baritone jerked the woman s head around. A flush darkened his high
cheekbones, but his gaze was level, uncompromising.  There s more. His hand closed hard enough on
Anje s shoulder to make her gasp.  Trey is mine also. They both are. And I am theirs.
Chelisand s beautiful face went slack with surprise. Her mouth opened and closed.  What?
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A ripple of reaction ran through the shamans and priestesses. Someone gave a sharp bark of nervous
laughter, swiftly stifled. A woman whimpered, deep in her throat.
The High Priestess pushed a lock of hair out of her eye. Her hand trembled. She swallowed.  Tell me,
she said in a thready whisper.
 The Bond is three-way, said Brin.  We did it last night. He indicated the statues with a jerk of his
chin.  It wouldn t have happened without Her approval. You should know that.
Chelisand shook her head.  Of all the men in the world, I would never have believed 
 Believe it, growled Brin. He tucked Anje under his arm and swooped on Trey, kissing him hard
enough to make him stagger.
He drew back, still gripping Trey s jaw.  Go. His hand fell away.  Go, before I  The link rang with
love and grief, reverberating like a temple gong. Brin inhaled sharply and turned his back on the other
man.
His dark eyes seemed to penetrate to the depths of Anje s soul.  Scout. The kiss was deep and swift.
Before she had a chance to respond, he was striding away into the forest, followed by a gaggle of
priestesses, tripping over their long skirts as they broke into a trot to keep up.
Anje swayed with shock as the link shut down and Trey s arms circled her from behind.  I ll be with
you. His voice was warm against the side of her throat.  Remember it, Anje. Always.
Chelisand put a hand on his arm.  Come, little cousin. You can t help them now.
Slowly, Trey released Anje and stepped back. The despair in his expressive face wrung her heart. She
tilted her chin and forced a smile, though her belly roiled with fear.  Go, she said.  I love you. Then she
turned and walked after Brin into the dimness of the forest.
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Behind her, she heard Chelisand say,  Let s have a cup of roberry and a chat. Trey s noncommittal
grunt made her lips quirk.
Before she could reach the shade of the trees, a stocky man stepped in front of her, forcing her to a halt.
 Lady Anje. He bowed deeply.  I am Laran, your team leader.
 Team?
His teeth gleamed as he smiled, but his dark brown eyes were very serious.  We will be responsible for
your care until the Rite commences. He gestured.  There are four of us who have been honored. This is
Ged. Ged was young, lean and lithe, with a wide, laughing mouth and a long tail of dark blond hair
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