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Her oldest. Where does Chaudry sit in the line of her offspring, he wondered. It was of no real matter—he found himself uncaring, only wanting to press onward. Chevalier had become chatty, and Noctaryn did let slip a small groan, more to himself than anything, but he obliged the man for now.

How many others have “ch” names besides you three? It would be interesting to know, not that it held any real weight. He did not see anything wrong in Viskani’s history of past relationship and the aftermath of children that sprung from her couplings. What only mattered was their own coupling—if that is something she wanted from him. There was no question on his end, but he would never force her into something she would not want. Chandra was much too young for them to even try, so there was still time.

He did emit a quick chuckle, one filled with mirth at Chevalier’s astute observation of his title. You could say that.

The silvered male cast Chevalier a side-long glance, not truly wanting to discuss his siblings. But, he didn’t want to be entirely rude, so he piped up. So there are more of you. I have only met Chaudry and we—are not on good terms. Your mother has not spoken of the others, not to me. 

He turned forward once more, his pace quickening, ready to get this male to his mother. He wanted to get back to his…? Damn, he really needed to figure out what they were. Settling now for his Viskani, he beckoned the male to hurry.

You can ask her about your siblings when we get to her. Come.