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As usual with Reverie, something seemed off.

Softly, she stated Blossom was with her children—her eldest daughter. The man in question—her brother—had followed her and pushed her down. The implications of the assault stood at the forefront of his mind—his teeth gritting. Was Blossom safe from him, truly?

Could she defend herself?

The duo before them seemed unworried about it—but if Akavir had learned anything these past few grizzly years… Trust was not something that could be so easily placed.

Had it been any other time, the swarthy man would have been amused by Arric as he stared down Reverie’s new beau—making sure to make his claim on the pregnant woman known. Instead, he rose, antsy—unable to simply sit when a crisis was circulating them.

“Did you want me to go make sure they’re okay?” A glance given to Arlette, who would begin her assessment—“Do you need anything?”