"Won't you come in?†asked Idara.
Her words drew me from my trance. I forced myself to look away, towards the darkened room behind her.
My Father glanced at me. "What's wrong with you, my son?†he said. He laid his hand upon my arm. "You remember Idara, don't you?Ââ€
Of course I remembered Idara. However, when we had left Aghram, she didn't look like she did now.
Idara offered her hand in greeting and I hesitantly grasped it. It was cool to the touch, soft skin I wouldn't soon forget. Unconsciously, my fingers lingered over hers for several moments.
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