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A soft chuckle a shake of his head. Wren was defensive and thought poorly of herself. It bled into all her interactions. He could see it, but he didn't comment.

Arric grinned. I never like. Telling the truth is too damn fun sometimes.

It had nothing to do with Wren because it was about him and Akavirs kids. And as far as Arric knew there was nothing, but friendship there. But honestly he could probably write a book with the amount of shit he no longer knew.

Arric ahook hia head. No negativity. We don't put that in the air. A teasing glint in his gaze.