Galen, he recognized her immediately."
"Emma?" Galen breathes. This can't be happening.
"No. The stalker."
"Wait," Rayna says. "Her? Her who?"
"Galen," Toraf says. "It's Nalia. Yudor swears on Triton's memory it is. She's not dead. He's on his way back to stop the mating ceremony.
Nalia. It all comes together as if the pieces of the puzzle were suddenly jarred into place.
Galen tears through the living room and to the beach, Toraf and Rayna close behind him.

Auteur: Anna Banks

Galen, he recognized her immediately."<br />"Emma?" Galen breathes. <i>This can't be happening.</i><br />"No. The stalker."<br />"Wait," Rayna says. "<i>Her?</i> Her who?"<br />"Galen," Toraf says. "It's Nalia. Yudor swears on Triton's memory it is. She's not dead. He's on his way back to stop the mating ceremony.<br />Nalia. It all comes together as if the pieces of the puzzle were suddenly jarred into place.<br />Galen tears through the living room and to the beach, Toraf and Rayna close behind him. - Anna Banks




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