Hunter's Moon
Emory replied, and he flashed a smile that made her throat tighten.
Kane’s smile widened, and he came to stand in front of her, invading her senses as she realized he had no discernable scent.
“You’re quite perceptive, but it isn’t the least bit surprising. Yes, I’m an Arcanian. A being caught between two worlds,” he said.
Emory studied him. “Why are you here, with Rahl?”
“Because both Rahl and I have a vested interest in what unfolds after your ascent as a hunter,” Kane answered. His gaze lingered on her face, and as she looked up at him, he gently stroked her chin, eliciting a smile that left her oddly satisfied.
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