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There’s a long silence before Zion starts clicking on his tablet.

“We shouldn’t be surprised. We’ve known there’s a lot of pods interested in Blair.” I wait. I’m fishing because the Tinom Driftwood pod has already made their interest known. And Zion spends the most time with Clark. He knows him better than I do at this point.

“What are you asking, Forrest?”

“What has Clark told you about working with the Driftwood pod?”

“Pains in his ass. Hale Driftwood came out to the job site yesterday.”

“And?”

“He didn’t say, ‘Back off or you’ll lose the contract.’”

“That’s good. King Atlas doesn’t like blackmail.”

“Clark didn’t say they were blackmailing him. Hale’s interested in Blair.” Zion nods and goes back to his block.

I stand up. “I’m going to change.”

“You look fine,” Zion yells from the living room.

“Okay.” I pivot and head down to the kitchen wing instead, where Grayson has a basket full of tea boxes and supplies.

“What’s that?”

“I made a basket for Blair. She likes this.” Grayson takes a pink tin from the basket.

“That tea?” My throat tightens.

“Yes?”

“That’s fertility tea.”

“No.” Grayson looks at the blank back of it. “No, it’s not.”

“It is.” I place the tin back in the basket.

“Why would we have it in our kitchen?”

“It tastes good.”

“Obviously. Blair raved about it. But that’s not what I asked. Why do we have it?”

“It was Anya’s.”

“I gave Blair ten-year-old tea?”

“No. I like the flavor. And the herbalist said that it was fine for me to drink every once in a while.”

“Oh, okay. So it’s not going to hurt Blair.”

“You’re the doctor. I would think if it doesn’t hurt me, it’s not going to hurt her.”

“We should tell her.”

“No, you should tell her.”

“I will. But maybe I won’t give her another basket of it,” he says.