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She notices none of the fear that flutters through him, but the sincerity in his tone. . .is a surprise. It seems as if he really is interested in Oryx, and that pleases her. She can think of no better mate for her brother, though she would have preferred Grayson for her friend. Still, it means that—should Grayson choose Oryx for himself or Harrison—that they will be sisters. That is good.

His question is no surprise, however; tit for tat, after all. Addison dips her head demurely, the shadow of a smile tugging at her lips. I put my trust in Grayson's judgment, she answers in typical diplomatic fashion. Still, the familiar flood of heat fills her belly as she thinks of Iliksis, those cold yellow eyes drilling a hole through her.

She raises her eyes gently to Harrison's face. Whomever it is will suit me well, she murmurs. I can hope for nothing more, at this point. That, and children, of course. It is the latter, after all, that is much more important to her than any choice of mate.