““Hunter of the Wolf, did you mean--” “Hunter, if your tongue grows weary.” She licked her lips. “Hunter…did you mean what you said? About taking me home?” “I have spoken it.” She studied his dark features, searching for some clue to his thoughts. I have spoken it. No inflection in his voice, his expression unreadable. What kind of answer was that? “I--I know what you said, but did you mean it?” His mouth thinned. “I have spoken it.” She hugged her knees, deducing by the edge to his voice that he disliked having his word questioned.””
