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He listened raptly as Erzulie spoke of Mireille again. He pictured her in his mind’s eye: a fiery redhead, capable and fierce. She certainly didn’t need a man’s help, though Caracal wondered if she might still enjoy one’s company, if he was the right sort.

That his grandmother knew Heda brought a delighted smile to his face. His friend was a huge part of the appeal of the island, though of course there was plenty more to love about the seaside getaway.

It’s so cool how it’s surrounded by water. It makes it feel like it’s set apart from… everywhere else. It’s like a little peaceful paradise. There’s only a few of us living there—it’s not even a proper pack—and everything just feels so casual, Caracal did his best to explain.

He found himself thinking of Heda and her mentions of Mireille. “Mireille is one of my best friends,” she’d told Caracal and Etienne. “You’d like her, Caracal.” Well, she was right about that! “She’s really sweet.” Hopefully he’d one day get to see that side of her.

Catching himself, he blinked and said to his grandmother, You guys are always welcome to visit, knowing Heda would certainly agree. Mireille should come by, I know she and Heda are, like, besties, he added hopefully.