"How rude of me," she said, squeezing the skin below his watchband. "Tate, this is Wynndevar." She exaggerated the pronunciation of the old Elvish name, giggling as if it were the funniest thing she'd ever heard. The whole world seemed to wait then, spinning silently in space as her heart fluttered about her chest. There was no coming back from this now, she thought. "Wynn . . . this is my Tate." Hers.
