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He was too distracted to read into Heda’s reply, though now he kept an eye out for any sign of this old guy. When he eventually appeared, the yearling caught himself wondering how they knew each other.

She retreated and Caracal caught the look on her face, which drove up his curiosity. But before he could ponder it any further, the elder stepped forward and introduced himself as Mahler, unexpectedly speaking with an accent.

Almost every medic he’d dealt with had been a woman, not counting himself. And Caracal had promptly developed a crush on each and every one of them: Bridget, Sialuk, Lane. As his single eye stared at the scarred and swarthy Mahler and eventually found those stunningly violet eyes, his whole body began to prickle with heat.

He forgot to answer.