She would take the twins to the Unity Dome to say a final farewell to the old warlock they all had loved. For this she had bathed scrupulously. She had perfumed her scrubbed skin with rose water. Shampooed her hair with an infusion of flaxseed oil, aloe, and rosemary, then unknotted her tangled white-gold tresses with the wide-toothed comb Karsh had carved for her. Long ago. When Ileana was a child, younger than Alex and Camryn were now. When she called the twins from the gate of her cottage, she could see in their eyes the wonder and approval she hadn’t allowed herself to feel. “Ileanna,” Cam whispered, awed. “You look … beautiful.” “Like a goddess,” Alex blurted. Ileana’s jaw tightened as she fought back emotion. “Not half as good as Lord Karsh deserves.” She’d tried to sound crisp, matter-of-fact, but it had come out a weepy whisper. To pull herself together, she studied the twins severely. Cam was wearing a long, delicate dress that seemed familiar to Ileana, a gossamer gown of palest pink with slender shoulder straps.
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