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.""No, I'm ashamed of what I did, and I want to apologize though I know thatreally doesn't cut it." His voice grew husky with self-loathing."I would havekilled another man for doing it.That I was drunk and jealous excusesnothing.""Nathan, I don't know how to deal with this.""I just loved you so much.I still do.It kills me that I lost you.I justdon't want you to hate me.""I don't hate you," she whispered."I'm pissed to hell at you.And I'm alittle scared of you now.But I don't hate you."At least she didn't think she did.He had stopped  that counted forsomething didn't it? More than anything, she felt stupid for letting ithappen.Everyone had told her that things wouldn't work out between her andNathan  and she had ignored them.They stood in awkward silence.It dawned on her thatsekasha were stillbetween her and Nathan, a quiet angry presence.She realized that Pony musthave told Stormsong who Nathan was and what he'd done, and embarrassmentburned through her.Once again she was having her nose ground into the factthat she was being constantly watched.She pushed past thesekasha and Nathan,wondering how much detail had Pony told Stormsong.She could trust Pony withher life, but not her privacy; she wasn't even sure he understood the concept.When she reached the Rolls, she was tempted to climb in and drive away, butwould mean leaving the storage room half unpacked.She dropped the file in theback of the car, beside the other things she'd set aside to take home.Nathanand thesekasha had trailed her out to the Rolls.Somehow, out in the alley,she felt more claustrophobic, their presence made unavoidable by the fact thatthey had followed her en masse."I have what I need," she told Pony and then realized she had said thatalready."Everything needs put back.""Yes,domi." Pony signaled to Stormsong to return to the storage room; heremained with Tinker.Nathan stayed too.His police cruiser sat behind the Rolls.For some reasonthe Pittsburgh Police had doubled up and Bue Pedersen waited patiently forNathan to finish.Page 57ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Bowman," Tinker nodded to Bue."Hiya, Tinker." Bue nodded back."They tell me that you're hisdomi." Nathan meant Windwolf."Yeah." She fiddled with the bracelet.She had no wedding ring to flash asproof.Elves apparently don't go for those kind of things."You know, everyone's going on and on as if you got married to him and you'rea princess now, but Tooloo says that you're not his wife."Her heart flipped in chest."What?""Tooloo says that Windwolf didn't marry you."She stared at him dumbfounded for a minute before she thought to say, "Andyou believed her? Tooloolies.You ask her five times in a row when herbirthday is and she'll tell you a different date each time!"He looked down at her bare fingers."Then why was there no wedding? Why noring?"She tried to ignore the weird cartwheeling in her chest."Nathan, it's not they  they don't do things like we do."He gave a cold bitter laugh."Yeah, like changing someone's species withoutasking them.""He asked!" she snapped.She just hadn't understood."Come on, Tink.I was there.You had no idea what he had done to you.Youstill don't know.You think you're married.Hell, half the city thinks you'remarried.But you're not."She shook her head and clung to the one thing she knew for sure."Tooloo liesabout everything.She hates Windwolf.She's lying to you.""Tink ""I don't have time for this bullshit! Stormsong, we're leaving! Just the lockthe door and come."* * *"The humans farm grass?" Bladebite prodded the green rectangle of sod laiddown in the palace clearing."Convenient, isn't it?" 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