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A little warning went off in Xris's mind. This was some fancy setup for a mere clerk.
He stepped inside the room. A touch of the control and the door slid shut behind him. The woman never moved, didn't appear to have noticed his entry.
The way she was sitting, the tilt of the head, the very movement of the hand--all familiar. So very familiar.
Tiny alarm beeps went off in Xris's arm. He ignored them.
"Rowan." He t?ied to say it twice, but his voice failed. The third time it came out strong. "Rowan. Dalin Rowan."
The hand holding the pen froze in midair. The woman didn't move for a long moment, the space of a thudding heartbeat. Then, slowly, taking care to make no sudden motions, she put the pen down on the desk.
"Hello, Xris," she said quietly, and turned around.
Her face contorted in pain when she saw him. Xris kept tight control of his own face, determined to show no emotion, not even the fury that was suddenly engulfing him like white-hot flame.
He looked for Dalin Rowan in the woman's features and he found him. Rowan was there, although it looked as if someone had taken an eraser and rubbed off all the sharp, masculine edges, made them rounded, blurred. But the eyes were the same: intelligent, a bit red from overuse, and-oddly--sad and resigned.
"You know me," Xris said and his voice grated harshly. "And I know you. So I guess we both know why I'm here
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