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“Literally,” he concurred and Masquerade couldn’t help but grin, hopeful that the idea would be well-received by his mate. Thinking of Redd in that role sent another aftershock through her. She already began to wonder if the pair of them were expecting a litter when Gavrel made a comment about kids.

That would be… Masque shook her head and inhaled deeply, still all smiles. Are you two…? Expecting?

She flashed back to the days preceding her change of heart. She had been, in a word, obsessed with Redd’s prospects. The fear of missing out had manifested in so many horrible feelings. Most of them were resolved following their vis-à-vis. Masque wouldn’t miss out now.

And she knew that bearing offspring would help solidify Redd’s position as the Wealda. Masque realized that thought no longer invited covetous, grudging sentiments. She actually felt a tentative pride in her sister and her choice of suitor, eyes resting attentively on his face as she anticipated his answer.