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She pinched herself, hard "Ow!" It hurt She wondered if that proved anything "It’s not possible," she assured herself "I "

Free him from his ice-borne hell and in his century you bothhast thou loved hi o, now resurfaced clearly in her mind

"Impossible," she scoffed

But what if it isn’t? a small voice in her heart queried hopefully What if the mysterious tapestry had somehow sent her back to medieval times? Accompanied by pretty clear instructions: that if she could save him, she could stay with him In his century

What century was that?

Jane snorted and shook her head

Still, that sic, there are only three possibilities: You’re drea You’re crazy Or you’re truly here If you’re dreaht in If you’re crazy, well, nothing counts either, so you ht in If you’re really here, and you’re supposed to save hie right in

"I’m crazy," she muttered aloud "Time-travel, my ass"

But the small voice had a point What did she have to lose by te with her surroundings? Only by iht she be able to make any sense of it And if it were a dreaht, inspecting the landscape, it all seemed so real Far more real than any of her dreams had ever been The dainty purple bell-shaped flowers exuded a sweet fragrance The wind carried the tang of salt from the sea When she stooped to pet the kitten, it felt soft and silky and had a wet little nose If she was drea, it was the most detailed, incredible dream she’d ever had

Whichlove with Aedan in this "dreae in

Her sto that had never happened in one of her dreams Resolutely, she turned back toward the castle The kitten bounded along beside her, swiping at the occasional butterfly with gleeful little paws, then scurrying to catch up with her again

She would keep an open reat hall She would question him, find out what year it supposedly was, and where she supposedly was Then she would try to discover why he didn’t know her and why he thought he was "Vengeance"

Aedan sat again, as he had before, staring into the eloriously naked upper torso, he was as still as death

When she perched on the chilly stone hearth before hirowled

"I told you, I don’t kno to leave," she said si deliberately placed the fe had sent hiiven precise instructions, a specific mission to accomplish But not this time He knew not ar to cause, whose ear to poison with lies, or who’s way of testing hi wanted of hi it, he was curious about the human She was the antithesis of all he’d encountered in his life; vibrant, with her fla hair and curvy body Pale porcelain skin and rosy lips Eyes of ed by dusky lashes and slanted upward at the outer corners She had many facial expressions, lively muscles that pulled her lips up and down andwhat she would feel like, were he to touch her, if she was as soft and war me a fire?" she asked

"I a over her She looked far warht he’d seen

"Well, I am Fire Now, please," she said firmly

After a mo the bricks, aze froued by her breasts He could not fathom what it was about those soft plump mounds beneath the worn linen that so commanded his attention Were they on his own body, he would have been appalled by the excess fatty flesh, yet gazing upon her, he found his fingers clenching and unclenching, desirous to touch, perhaps cup their pluht in his hands For a mere human, she had a powerful presence He considered the possibility that--wee as she was--she s in Faeryunspeakable pain