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She should’ve known he wouldn’t be far, though she jumped a little when Njord appeared as if speaking his name had manifested his presence at her side. Meerkat quickly recovered and turned to smile at him, though she immediately caught on to the tension between the men. She felt responsible for it, in a way.

Have you seen any of our healers? Meerkat asked Rhaegal before warmly coaxing, You should. It’s good to clean them, though even better to have a trained eye look at them.

Njord hadn’t said a word, which was unusual and exacerbated Meerkat’s uneasiness. But when she glanced at her husband, she couldn’t help but feel gratified by his overt protectiveness. It was more than that: he was possessive. It stoked that low-burning fire deep in her veins.

It was nice meeting you, Rhaegal, but we should get going. And you should go find a healer, she reminded him just like a slightly overbearing aunt, smiling at him before she trained all of her smoldering attention upon Njord.