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Chapter 11: Possibilities
I escort Piers out with a slight redness to my own cheeks, knowing now where my grandfather's mind leads him. I could do worse, and now I've given up on my dream of being with Sage-an impossible one I should have known better than to cultivate-I am finding my sorcerer friend's closeness rather distracting. I attempt to pull back and observe Piers with some dispassion as we enter the grand foyer and head for the front yard. My practical side won't be swayed by my heart this time. I must know if he will be a good mate for me and for the werenation. He is silent on our walk, keeping his head down, not touching me or even offering. I miss his usual banter, the sly way he winks at me with a clever grin, the brushing of his hand against mine as though by accident. I can only hope this chance a
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