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last circuit of his home, insuring that
everything was locked down tight against the cold, winter night, then
returned to bed, one small latern his only source of light. As he
looked down at Aimee's sleeping form, he wondered at 's resiliency, and
at his own emotions.
Despite all that had happened, lust was still not in his
vocabulary, at least not for her. He would never have sought 's out,
and he still had no desire to seek other women at all. Instead, he felt
admired 's and sought to protect her. was so strong, yet so young
and vulnerable. One day would be a great mage, and perhaps that was
his eventual legacy. It would be the ultimate irony if his greatest
student turned out to be a woman, yet Aimee' had all the natural talent
to be the greatest of mages.
He lowerd the lampwick and curled up next to her. After dark, he
thought, not all cats are grey, but sometimes it doesn't matter what
color they are.
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"Aimee', Chapter 9"
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