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It seemed company came in twos these days. When Cambria finally caught up with the interloper, he found the man wasn’t alone. The Dragonling’s mouth actually fell ajar as his eyes locked on Etienne. He looked the same, if a little worse for wear. Somehow, that wasn’t surprising. Cambria had always known something must’ve happened to waylay his friend from their rendezvous, now long overdue.

Shooting the stranger a quick glance, Cambria closed the distance between himself and Etienne. He sniffed noses with his friend, then took half a step backward to perform a quick visual assessment. His brow furrowed when he noticed freshly healed contusions all over the coastal wolf’s body.

Where’ve you been, he breathed into the inches between their muzzles as his head swung closer to Etienne’s again. There was no indictment in his tone, merely affection and more than a little concern. I asked Dess ages ago. We want you here with us. I wanted to come find you and tell you but—the girls.

They had so much catching up to do! Cambria wanted to tell Etienne all about Victoria and Sophia, of course, but first he wanted to know if his friend was okay. Before they could get to any of that, though… he turned his mismatched gaze upon the third wheel, giving him a hardcore case of elevator eyes. Was he with Etienne? … Was he with Etienne?