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It took her a beat to connect Iliksis with the challenge, having seen him more recently than that, but she shook her head after a moment. No, it wasn't anyone I knew before, Maegi said with certainty. And I haven't seen him since. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. She would be disappointed if he was dead by any other wolf but her.

Iliksis is around. He disturbed the whelping den when Relmyna had her babies— Maegi abruptly stopped, the parentage of the girls suddenly coming to mind. Did Ramsay know? No, he couldn't, surely. He had been gone, and presumably not come back. But the knowledge had implications for both of them.

She drew in a breath, feeling as unsettled about it as ever before. Relmyna has two girls, one white and one black, she explained. They're Cicero's daughters. She told me. Which, I guess, would make them our sisters. It felt wrong in her mouth, still. She had to come to terms with it, though, as it would never change.

And Ramsay, Euron, and Maegi were still double the Melonii—literally—that they were.