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“Meng Yao?”
Nie Mingjue called out to his husband cautiously, unsure if the energy he’d felt had been his doing or not. It hadn’t felt malicious, or even demonic, but the night had been too quiet for him to lower his guard so easily against something that seemed so mild. It had been difficult enough for him to agree with his husbands to split up and cover more ground. Now he only felt vindicated.
His saber thrummed from its place on his hip, and he rested a hand on the hilt to quiet it.
“Meng Yao, where-”
Was that... clucking?
