I don’t know,” she lied. “I need a few days to think it over.”	Even as she said it, she knew she was going to take the offer. Hell, she might even escape from whatever dark menace haunted her rune readings lately, along with the owner of that predatory, handsome face.	Or if she went, she could be running right toward it. Toward him.	Ah, well. You’ can’t fix stupid. And you can’t heal crazy.
Thea Harrison, Moonshadow
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