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“Do you like my decorations?” The butler waved at the bright pink banners.

Bruiser sighed. “Why—”

“Because I couldn’t get any closer to the cabin.” Hunner shrugged. “This is a nice welcome home gift, don’t you think?”

Bruiser groaned into his hands. “I feel sufficiently welcomed. Now you can take them down and go away.”

Uriel hurriedly stepped into the cabin and tried to shut the door, but Bruiser was right behind him.

“Don’t you dare lock me out,” Bruiser growled.

“Yeah?” Uriel said dryly. “I can lock you out there with your butler, I’m sure he’d love your company.”

“Yes, Long Hose Master. I would love the company of your long, long—”

Bruiser shoved Uriel into the cabin and crowded in behind him, slamming the door.

“Your long hose!” Hunner yelled.

Uriel turned to Bruiser with a completely straight face and said, “You should get out there and let your butler properly appreciate your long hose. Maybe he’ll even sing some ballads about it.”

Bruiser scowled, flipping Uriel off with both hands.

“Your long hose,” Hunner began to warble. “Your pointy nose! It’s my banana, my funana, my fun in the sun, my big gun—”

Uriel walked away, heading for the furthest corner of the cabin.

“Could you maybe... soundproof the cabin?” Bruiser said.

“If I walk far enough, he’d be out of my earshot,” Uriel pointed out.

Bruiser made a low sound in his throat. “But he won’t be out of mine. I can’t stop hearing him.”

“Are you going to hire me to soundproof the cabin?”

Bruiser opened his mouth. Then his gaze dropped to Cassie. “What if she hears that crap?”

“She—” Uriel was about to say She can’t, except she was a dragonet, and she could.

Granted, she wouldn’t understand anything Hunner sang, but...

Uriel scowled. Bruiser grinned.

Wait.

Did Bruiser... know, somehow?

Uriel narrowed his eyes. “What do you know?”

Bruiser jerked his thumb at the front door. “Are you going to soundproof the cabin, or not?”

“Tell me!” Uriel growled.

“Tell you what?”

That innocent look was definitely fake.

Which meant that Bruiser had found out something about Cassie. Fuck. Uriel’s gut clenched. Was it this morning, when he was hovering around the playpen?