She sank to her knees, poised for a second to raise her clasped hands in prayer. For what? His safety? His return? Her own sanity? She raised them anyway, bent her head and covered her eyes, hiding the glitter of sudden tears.
She shivered as an ice cold breeze ruffled the hem of her shimmy. She looked up, disturbed, and froze when she saw the tableau in the long glass. A tall figure stood behind her, the dark blue of his tunic reflected in the cold blue of his eyes.
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