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My knees went weak. I stood up slowly. I turned around. Simon was standing at the edge of the clearing, he was leaning against a tree. He was watching me. How long had he been there? His arms were crossed over his chest. His eyes were half closed, and he looked relaxed. He looked like a predator who had found his prey. "I am gathering herbs," I said. My voice was too high. "I can see that," he said. He did not move. "Your scent is very strong today, Mira. It is all through these woods, you are in full heat."

That's all. He smiles, a white flash in the dimness. — No. I don't want to tame you. I want to let you burn. I want to be the only air you breathe when the flames grow too bright.