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MIKANDRA LAY back down on the couch and somehow, she must have fallen asleep, because she woke up with a shock when a group of men walked through the corridor and came, talking loudly, past the door which she should have closed, but hadn’t. One of the men looked suspiciously like Aithno Ilendar. The man walking next to him looked sideways and—
“Lihan!” She pushed herself up.
By the time she had stumbled to the door on legs that had gone stiff with sleeping in an uncomfortable position, he had already passed, but he stopped and backtracked while his colleagues and his father went on.
She felt groggy. No doubt her hair was a mess and she probably had the seams of the cushions from the couch impressed in her cheeks. Not how she wanted to face him.
“Mikandra? What are you doing here?”
