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She nods again. I am, yes, she murmurs. Though a woman like Oryx would make a fine substitute, she adds, a small, gentle smile coming to her face as she thinks of the dark fae. Addison is becoming quite fond of Oryx; she has proven herself loyal and true, knows her place, and is good company, to boot. Addison rarely enjoys company, but with Oryx, it is different.

Maybe Harrison will take the hint—though she doesn't wish her brother on anyone, much less the closest friend she has.

And children, Addison continues, her face softening further. It will be good to have children around. Pups always were and always will be her weakness. She cannot wait to welcome her nephews and nieces into the world. . .and soon, God willing, her own offspring.