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“I just knew…” Mostima looks a bit dazed herself, and she reaches out her hands, to hover around Fiammetta's head, almost touching her crest. “That you felt like mine.”
“Yours?” Fiammetta cries, jerking away from her. She feels her face flush in something like anger. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Your what? Your thrall?”
When the Lock and Key call Mostima to an ancient Kazdelian ruin, Fiammetta follows. The encounter leaves the two permanently bonded to one another, their souls intertwined for better or worse.