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“Good,” I yawned. “I can feel them both. It feels comfy like a nap spot.”

“I can feel Blithe, but not as strongly as Cord,” Starry said.

“That’s probably a good thing,” Blithe said. “I’m sure you’re nice and all, but wouldn’t it be weird if it worked like a sibling link, and we just met?”

“That’s probably why your and Cord’s is stronger,” Duke said. “You’ve had time to nourish it. How about you, Blithe? How is it feeling?”

“Sorta different, but still fluid. It’s not like my magic’s all tied down or up. I was worried about that,” Blithe yawned. “And stop yawning. Shit’s contagious, mate.”

“Not my fault,” I said and yawned again, drawing it out for as long as I could.

“Brat,” Blithe laughed.

“The spell doesn’t tie anyone’s magic down. It just connects us,” Starry said, yawning too. “Damn you both for all this yawning.”

We all laughed.

“Mote it be,” Duke said and blew out the candle.

Chapter Seventeen

Blithe

That night both Duke and I slept in Cord’s bedroom at Starry’s house. Duke wasn’t keen on leaving me on my own after how crazy everyone acted earlier in the day. I couldn’t blame him. If the shoe had been on the other foot, I’d have been just as worried about him.

Besides, there was no mating, romping, or other kitten making activities going on until after I cast the protective wards I promised Cord. He didn’t need to remind me of how serious the promise was. I didn’t want to conceive with my mate only to have him worry about his dead sire coming to attack us the whole time. He deserved better than that. Hell, everyone deserved better than that, but I was in the unique position to ensure my mate felt safe to conceive, give birth, and raise our kids. Hell, if he couldn’t find peace here in Heartville, I’d move him back near Mage Street or to Sanctuary on Hemlock Mountain.

“Dad’s thing about not wanting us to ask our carrier about vampyric magic makes a lot more sense now,”my wolf chimed into my thoughts.

I was about to agree with him, when Cord spoke, breaking apart my stray thoughts.

“I bet you two shared beds a lot as kids, huh?” Cord asked, yawning as we all snuggled down under his blanket pile with me in the middle.

“Not really. Not when we were really little. Duke has some years on me. Not a lot, but enough,” I said.

“What’s your last name?” Duke asked as if he wasn’t aware we were already in the middle of a conversation.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Not you,” he laughed.

“Well, if you put your phone down for a minute, you’d know what we were talking about,” I said and shot him a dirty look.

“I’m trying to find Cord’s social media,” Duke said, rolling onto his side to face us.

“Never had any of it. My dad didn’t use it and if I wanted to connect with magical folks, I sure didn’t need a phone to do that. I have a phone now and I have a Heartville Citizenship account.”

“What’s that?” Duke asked.

“Basically, what it sounds like. It’s our own social media. Liam’s cousin Feral Moonscale made it for Liam and Bobby. He’s the same guy who made Pheromone Swap,” Cord said. “I don’t really post on there either.”

“Do you have a surname?” Duke asked.

“What’s up with the game of twenty questions, cousin?” I asked, swallowing down an annoyed growl my wolf tried to vibrate up my throat.

“It’s not that strange of a question to ask,” Duke sighed.

“He said he didn’t have a social media account and I doubt even if you get on Heartville Citizens or whatever they’re that many Cords in the village,” I sighed.

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