Redhawk Caldera The Harlequin Lamp

He wasn't really sure what to think of the whole cave thing. Apparently it had upset Bronco. And maybe it had upset Fennec, too? It sounded like they had some stuff to work out.

An item? he asked, stumped as to what she meant.

Oh, like— Phox's eyes widened, then he shook his head.

I doubt it. Fennec's too headstrong for that. At least, that's what he was going to tell himself. He definitely had that "nobody's good enough for my daughter" feeling. He was fairly certain Fennec had that feeling, too. She would be a heartbreaker one day, but she seemed too focused on other things to ever care about boys... right?

But then again, Dhal—NOPEITY NOPE NOPE. Do not even go there.

At the mention of blondes, Phox swallowed and gave Niamh a half-hearted smile, nuzzling her. His wife. His lovely, beautiful, perfect wife.

When she suggested visiting her, Phox laughed. Good greatness, no! Then she'll definitely run off. The only way he'd succeeded in keeping a relationship with Fennec was to constantly remind himself not to try to change her plans.

Once she gets her mind set on something, anybody who's in the way is gonna have a bad time.

Hey, wasn't that true of Niamh, too? Definitely not something he was going to bring up. Dhalia seemed like the sort who wouldn't min—GOOD GREATNESS, PHOX. STOP THIS NONSENSE.