Neha: tu ye kaha ghoore jaa raha hia. Mujhe laga mai gaya kaam se me: didi maaf kar do mai ab ye kabhi nahi karoonga. Vo hasne lagi neha: are itna kyu...dar gaya ye sab teri age mai hona chaahiye , kya mai thujhe itni sundar lagti hoo. Mere chehre pad hasi aai aur mai ne sur hila kar ishaara kar diya.Usne mujhe gale laga liya uske boobe mere seene par dab gye maine bhi use apni aur dabab liya . Fir maine use god mai utha liya aur bistar pe lita diya usne mujhe apne saath kheech liya aur mujhe. You know that feeling well. You lean and kiss him, andsmile, telling him without words that his caution isaccepted and appreciated but that you are ready to take astep forward. He smiles back, understanding at least thefeeling if not the intent, and that's enough for now: it'stime for ritual.While the wise woman shows you how to hold the knife, hepatiently waits with the chalice held out. He has no ideawhat he holds, but then, you've never seen it yourself,you've only felt its lip and its. And if I had to let it go, so did Avanna.The scowl on the guardswoman’s face made me hope Dera never came back to Ferelden, because if looks could kill, Dera would be toast.The walk to the Alienage was relatively quick; I’d forgotten how little of Wycome Alistair had seen, and he stared around him in disdain. His response to the perfectly manicured, nearly unused gardens was the same as mine: “What a waste.” He shook his head. “Weird to think Maric died trying to come here.” I squeezed his. ‘Can we just talk about something else?’ ‘Sure thing.’ Casey flashed a smile. ‘How about furniture? Because we’re here.’ Jill raised her head to see they were parked in front of a large furniture store. ‘Oh thank God.’ —– Jill entered her hotel room and immediately collapsed on the bed with a sigh, exhausted. The combination of the previous night’s activities and hours of shopping had completely drained her. Casey had even offered to take her to the Pepsi Center to watch Jason play, but Jill.