Orym made a noise low in his throat. “How did you not die?” I met his gaze, a soft smile playing on my lips as I heard Dianna’s laugh echo through my mind. “Someone I love very much found me and saved me.” “Ah.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “In my culture, we don’t refer to them as just amata. They are your great love. Is she your great love?” I nodded, staring at the top of the tent. “The greatest.” “Is she…?” His voice trailed off. I knew his question, knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if Dianna was still alive, and I knew she was. I knew it with every fiber of my being,
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