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Akhtar watched the proceedings, flicking his eyes between the two as each spoke. The man subservient, the girl kind. And he, witnessing it all.

Andesha, keen eyed nightingale, was not here to whisper into his ear what she observed either. He had sent her to find Ahu. In that moment, he missed the bird almost as much as he missed Ahu, or perhaps the treachery they plotted together. He could not say for certain.

His brown gaze found Toula’s blues, watching the man, who he looked to as well, before he began examining his paws and the feathering on his legs, only his ears showing he was still intent on the conversation.