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He repeated the names, lips moving silently. Dragomir and Isilmë. He couldn't have come up with anything better than that. They were perfect.

The names would have helped his spirits a little had she not interjected, and his face grew hot with mortification. Did I say I was? Verx rasped back, teeth clicking together. He didn't know what was more embarrassing--that she had read the self-loathing within his expression. . .or if she had heard things from other wolves along the same lines. I--

His throat quit on him, just then, and he stopped, breathing hard. He nodded fervently in response to her statement, scowling. It was well past time. The Rusalkans were clearly out of their fucking minds, and with kids on the way, he wasn't dealing with that kind of shit on an everyday basis. Maybe once upon a time, sure. But not now.

When? he croaked.