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Chapter 4; Is this what I think it is?

Numair was indeed in the library. When he heard footsteps, he hid, not wanting to be interrupted. He saw a blue cloaked person enter the room, look impatiently for someone, then walk out again.

Moments later, a different pair of feet ran in. They looked around, then collapsed in a chair, very close to Numair's hiding place. The person was crying. Not small sobs, either, but heart-wrenching sounds muffled by her apron.

It was Daine.

She sat there for hours, moaning softly. Numair's heart ached to see her like that. He wanted to comfort her, but couldn't move. Finally a third person came into the library. They walked with the same strides as a man, but with a feminine touch - Alanna. He heard her murmur to Daine, and then drag Daine out of the library. Numair moved, slowly and stiffly. He needed some time to think.

Back in Numair's room, he found Varice lying on his bed. A blue cloak was on the floor. He was too tired to question her being there, and sat down next to her.

Varice leant closer to Numair. They were face to face. Her body was inching closer to his. Uncomfortable, Numair was about to pull away, when a sharp intake of breath stopped both. They twisted round.

"How could you Numair?" Daine's voice was choked with tears; her eyes glittered dangerously. "You accused me of being jealous, made me feel guilty, when this is going on behind my back!"

She shook her head and slammed the door for effect. Numair stared at the door, blankly. Things had happened so fast, he needed a few moments to catch up on his thoughts. He stood and began to walk to the door, to follow Daine.

"Come closer, Arram," cooed Varice. "You're so far away." Reluctantly, he sat.

"Where's Daine, do you think?"

"I don't know. Perhaps in some sewer somewhere. Anyway, don't waste time on that slut." With a thud, she fell to the floor.

"Care to repeat that?" Numair asked, ominously.

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