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a pop rippled from tousaint’s neck as he worked his skull side to side. what meaning was in such gesture sobeille did not know; a flamelick of impatience climbed her chest.

when he leaned in she reciprocated, a scarlet ear turned to listen.

for a boy — or really, a man now, for both were rounding their second year — he could be exceptionally clever. sobeille credited the maman in him.

brave, too.

a long silence spanned between them as sobeille considered his plan. dis is dangerous. her molten gaze swept over that of her brother, knowing. but it is workable. when will you be ready?