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You look well. A familiar, yet not that familiar voice. It took Ty half a second to remember where she knew him. Goldie, she muttered under her breath. She’s never gotten his name, but she also thought she hadn’t needed it. The same went for Aditya. A panicked thought of “oh shit” went through her head when she realized it was possible neither of the men would be pleased with each other.

Thank you, she said, regaining her composure. She had to be strong for the children, after all. For a moment, she debated trying to keep them a secret, but it would be of little use unless Goldie had completely lost his sense of smell.

There are two: Waxwing, a boy, and Silktail, a girl. Ty paused, letting that soak in before she dropped the doozy of Aditya being an additional complication.