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Solor muttered, “Damn your hearing.”

Myor smiled and walked forward, her jeans and tee no barrier to her grace.“So, who?”

Jennel opened her phone and showed the image of Nylora flying the night before.“Her.She’s six months along.You are going to be an aunt.”

Myor smiled.“Does she know he knows?”

Jennel shook her head.“No.”

Solor sighed.“I will find rig fifty-one tonight and talk to her.”

Jennel paused.“If you talk to Skip, he will stall for you.”

Demuel asked, “Is she fully dark fae?”

“No clue.She and I just spent three hours chatting and eating.She can eat a lot.”

Demuel blinked.“I really want to say something there, but I am not going to.”

Jennel paused and picked up her phone, wandering into a hallway.“Hey, Nylora.”

The other woman’s voice was wary.“Jennel, how nice to hear from you again.”

“You left so early that Akkas didn’t have a chance to give you the bag of treats that he got ready.”

“You have my attention.”

Myor grinned, eavesdropping.

“Yeah, so if you could come back to the mansion, I will get you those snacks.Are you good to come back?”

“Sure, but I have picked up the rig, and it is going to be lights and sirens.ETA six minutes.”

“Cool.Cool.See you soon.”

Myor laughed.“You can make it back in six minutes?”

“Yup.Reymark, we need a mass transport.Solor, can you walk between?”

He snorted.“Of course.Where are we going?”

Myor grinned.“Minotaur mansion.Jennel lured Nylora back there, and she is coming with lights and sirens in six minutes.”

Day-ek said, “I will drive back.”

Damuel said, “I will drive over.Meet you in seven minutes.”

Solor walked over to Reymark, and Jennor held Jennel.Myor jumped into the group as the shadows wrapped them, and they moved between and ended up at the mansion.Jennel ran toward the kitchen.“Akkas, we need a takeout box for Nylora, and we need it in four minutes.”

There was a lot of cursing in goblin, but in four minutes, Akkas walked out with a lunch kit, and Jennel beamed.“Thank you.Now I am not lying to a new friend.”

Akkas chuckled.“Tell the king.No, not that one.The important one.”

Jennor flipped his hands skyward and grinned.“She’s almost here.Solor, stay back until we get her close enough to the door to cut her off from the ambulance.”

Solor stomped his foot, and Jennel grinned.“I get it!”

He paused and sighed.“Yes, the stag is irritated.I am not too far behind myself.”