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Cuckold wasn't a word she was familiar with, but the way Mahler said it, she knew it was bad. It pleased her. She smiled ruefully, cruelly, shaking her head. Not a good man, she understated, having run out of adequate words a long time ago to describe Skullchaser. But I'll find him again one day. Make sure he can't hurt anyone else. Thank you, Mahler.

The conversation shifted to sneaky Sobek and Maegi's smile grew warmer. He came home, she confirmed, nodding. My daughter actually picked up his trail and it led us back to the woods. Thank goodness, she added, breathing a sigh of relief while internally beating herself up once again. No thanks to me that he's home. The Melonii blinked gently at her newfound ally. I couldn't have ever slept again if he hadn't come home.

They made it to the edge of the woods, and Maegi glanced at the man, eyes raking over his cheek wound. Wait here, she said softly, mouth pursing in quiet thought. There's a cache nearby. I'll go and fetch some herbs and moss for your cut. Without another word, she slipped wraithlike into the forest, heading for her nearest collection of green things.