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Pol shrugged. "Jihan is what she is. She was bound to pick it up on her own one day. My mother did
when she was only a little older than Jihan is now. There's power in her. I don't want her to be
afraid of it like Alasen is." He paused before his own chamber door. "Ell...."
Swiftly, she said, "Your mother is looking for you. Kazander's turned up missing, and you know
where he's goneтАФor at least what he plans to do."
"KazanderтАФ? Oh, good Goddess, that fool!"
"I'll go tell her you're on your way, shall I?"
He caught her arm. She froze. He let her go and looked anywhere but at her. "We have to talk."
They were at her door; she opened it blindly. "There is nothing to discuss. Nothing happened."
Eyes bruised beneath with exhaustion widened with shock. Not because of her denial; it was Meiglan
in his eyes, not her,
"Ell, I didn't mean talk aboutтАФabout that."
"No, of course not," she said mindlessly. "I'm sorry, I should've knownтАФ"
"I need you."
His quiet plea hit her all wrong. She held Meig defensively against her shoulder. "I have three
children who need me. You don't."
"You don't understand. I have to know that youтАФ"
"I don't want to hear this," she snapped, turning from him, furious. He had no right to claim
anything from her. No right to start hurting her again. No, she told herself, I'm the one who hurt
me, all those years ago. It was never his fault. He was what he was.
But what is he now?
This time his fingers shackled her forearm hard enough to bruise the bones. "I need you more than
Tallain ever did."
And this time she gasped. "Don't you dare say his name tome!"
Meig grumbled in his sleep. She rocked him, glaring at Pol. There was no quick response of temper
in his eyes. Bleak, vulnerable, his face almost broke her heart.
Almost. She would not allow it.
"I don't know what to do, what to say," he whispered. "If you want to pretend that it neverтАФit
would be best, you're right. But don't do this to me, Sionell. Not now, when I needтАФ"
"Do this to you?" she echoed incredulously. "You selfish bastard! What could I ever do to you that
you haven't already repaid me a hundredfold in advance? Damn you, let me go!"
To her surprise, he did. "I'm sorry," he told her, and in the next instant vanished down the
hallway.
Composure shattered, Sionell sagged back against the wall. Her son curled against her; she buried
her lips in his silky hair and closed her eyes.
Pol had been cruel, trying to claim her. She had nothing for him. Her children needed her. Their
father was dead, their world forever changed. Jahnev was Lord of Tiglath nowтАФat barely seven
winters old. Antalya would be a Sunrunner one dayтАФbut who would teach her? Not Andry! And not Pol,
either. Maarken? Sioned?
And what of Meig? Grubby, bright-eyed, full of mischief, secretly her favoriteтАФwas Jihan right?
Was he gifted, too?
She thought of another child then. Two children, really. Meiglan was as gentle and innocent as


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Rislyn. She thought of them held captive by the Vellant'im, and wondered why Pol was not a
shrieking madman.
Selfish, she'd called him. They were two of a kind.