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I shook my head and smiled. “Don’t worry, Cathy, we don’t expect anything like that. Do you mind if we come in?”

“Not at all. Come in, come in.” She stepped aside for us to enter her living room, shutting the door behind us. “Adam, we have guests! You three take the couch, Adam and I will stand.”

I shot a subtle look at Night and raised my eyebrows as Tavi and I sat down. He gave a brief nod back and leaned against the wall beside me. So, we’d both noticed it: Cathy was more open to this impromptu visit than she’d been the first time. What had put her in such a good mood? Not that I was complaining about such a warm reception.

“Who made this?” Tavi asked as she patted the white-and-gray knitted blanket draped across the back of the couch.

“I did,” Cathy said. “I haven’t felt much like knitting lately, but I’ve been trying to get back into it. I’m even thinking of getting a stall in the marketplace.”

“We’d be happy to have your work there,” Night said.

“Hello,” Adam said as he stepped