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“Nah, I want the strings. Make it all official.”

“Sponsorship?”

He nodded and grinned again. “I need so much to get my enclave up and running — again.”

“Thorne and the kids?” She asked.

“They seem to see it as ‘cousin’ and not ‘the Wind Clan,’ but they’re signed up for the whole shebang.”

She wasn’t sure how things worked between domana but she didn’t care. Whatever he needed, she was going to see he got it. It turned out ridiculously easy to give it to him too. It only took one phone call to the president of their bank and bludgeoning the man with her Vicereine title, and the money was transferred from her account to Oilcan’s. All the while Oilcan silently laughed at her.

“If you need more, let me know. I’ll put the squeeze on Windwolf.” She’d been ignoring how the whole money thing worked — enjoying the opportunity to get whatever she wanted without thinking where the funds were coming from — but she really should start paying attention to that whole mess.

They talked for a while, making plans, just like they always had. Giant plans sketched out with the barest details and a hell of a lot of trust that they both understood what had to be done and would do their part. She couldn’t have done half the things in her life without him beside her. This time, it was his dreams that they were making true.

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