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... e change before you heard the thunder. His stomach rolled, but this time it wasn’t the pregnancy. It was the pure, clean disgust of being spoken about like a contaminated object.

Sirius didn’t move.

His pheromones didn’t spike. If anything, they withdrew into something tighter, sharper, contained like a blade sheathed on purpose.

"Say that again," Sirius said quietly.

Caelan’s eyes narrowed, irritated. "Don’t be dramatic. I’m being practical."

"You’re bein ...

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