All he could do was stand and gape at her. Asha. No. She cannot be Asha. He realized suddenly that there were two Ashas in his head. One was the little girl he had known. The other, more vaguely imagined, looked something like her mother. Neither looked a bit like this … this … this … “The pimples went when the breasts came,” she explained while she tussled with a dog, “but I kept the vulture’s beak.” Theon found his voice. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Asha let go of the hound and straightened. “I wanted to see who you were first. And I did.” She gave him a mocking half bow. “And now, little
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