Sunbeam Lair vicariously I live while the whole world dies

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Her remark—as if they both lingered on the same thought. And yet—what was Silvertongue to Wren? The Sharpfang was about often—it didn’t surprise them they had come across one another. “I gather you’ve met her,” he murmured, a small smile pressing to his lips at the back of Wren’s neck.

But, the question hung between them… “I don’t know if I can do that, Wren. Do I bar Germanicus entry from the creek? Gunnar will have questions. But it’s not my story to tell.” He paused. “But fuck if I don’t want to tear into that man for what he’s done to her. The worst part of it... Crowfeather and Germanicus are together... or something.”