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Granted, revealing this news to Arsenio during what was already a small moment of chaos likely wasn’t the best of times—nor was it when the fur of her cheeks remained wet with the tears she had allowed before trying to center herself before the men around her. So when the Arche’s face stormed with dark clouds—she flinched outwardly—already imagining the moment when he all but threw her on her ass from her home for putting them in danger.

She hadn’t known! But it had happened. And there would be no taking it back—not the fear her she had brought upon her dearest friend, or the potential trouble she had placed Epoch.

His words were a growl—dark, as threatening as the hot summer’s thunder. When she registered what he said—was that concern for her?! She only then realized just how tight Reyson’s grip had become on her. Berserker, her mind whispered, and instantly her worry for herself all but melted to worry for her soldier, her silver form pressing closer to him, hoping to ground him in that moment.

“No! No.. Nothing like that,” she faltered, her tongue sliding across her suddenly dry lips. This was a mistake—she should have ushered him to the side—insisted on privacy. She was surprised by Arsenio’s instant concern—that such possibility could instill such wrath in him. “But he had many questions. I think… I think you should find Tamar…”