Stone Circle chido

“Listen, it’s none of my business,” she cools, brows softening with a rueful glance. “I’ve a vested interest in Taktuq’s happiness.” Especially now, with her pregnancy at nearly full term.

But she says no more. She has no knowledge of the arrangement between the alphas, nor where Silvertongue might fit in that regard, and it’s not fair to hold Gunnar’s old flame with such suspicion.

Especially when her following offer is so enticing, a way to eradicate the nuisance in her home willingly given.

“It’s a prickly pet project,” she warns, but her shoulders raise, a weight lifts just in the prospect of getting him out from under her nose-if only for a time. “You would do this?” She asks curiously with a cant of muzzle.

“I don’t know that Faðir would agree to it," she fears.