Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ut.Thentheywouldbadlyhehelpofwprofessionals…Asfortherest,letthehumansworryaboutthestowhetherweneedwyersintheKingdomofDreams,wehadbetterleavethatinKingDimitri’shands…”

    Anotherwomantalkinganimatedlyonhercellphonewalkedpastthetwoofthem.ShehadjustparkedherexpensiveluxurycarattheparkinglotandwashurryingtowardstheentraheBARTstation.Sheairoftight,old-fashionedjeanswhichhadbeenwashedtillitwasfadedincolor,whitecasualwalkingshoes,whiteshort-sleevet-shirtandhershorthairwaslycut.Shewasnolongeryoung,buthadretainedaslimfigure.Hersharpeyesrevealedher

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    shrewdnessandcapability.Hervoicewasalittlehoarse,perhapsduetoindulginginaloking.

    “Yes”shesaidasshetalkedonherphone.“Iamtheduty.Whatisit