When Nermina's first love, who, by all accounts, should be long dead, returns to her after hundreds of years, she naturally wonders what has brought him back and, most importantly, why...
"There was no doubt about that: a stranger was walking her land. Nermina closed her eyes, breathing in the stranger’s scent, making herself the mistress of his thoughts. Except that his thoughts were concealed from her. Some kind of magic was protecting him from her intrusion. Nermina frowned as she tasted the magic around him: it was powerful and familiar. She gasped when she realized that it was her own magic that was wrapped around the stranger like a protective cloak."
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