While Salsola valued secrecy, there was an idea in place that Sirius would need to know all things. It had been Eris’ word that kept the Arbiter from speaking of their blight, more so because she refused to deign to his beliefs. Fire had been the only way to cleanse the blight. Khalif had taught him that and he knew it well. Though the shadow had passed from their life, it lingered in the faces of his mate and those so-young children. The others would sense it. Salvia already had.
The idea Sirius mentioned was avoided, for Larkspur did not wish to speak of Rowan as anything more than his maid. “She tends to the children when we cannot. I will have her cook for you sometime, if you wish—she was taught well.” This was not a lie. Rowan had an extensive education when it came to her preparations, which were (though he did not know this) a combination of French and German techniques. She had been brought up into her life, and thus becoming a slave was something to be expected from her. Boldly, he continued: “Does that coyote belong to you?”
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