Wren
I kept the secret for two days, and I want credit for both of them, because keeping anything from three bonded mates is like hiding a candle in a dark room.
The bond made it nearly impossible. The new fused thing in my chest hummed day and night now, all three of them woven through me, and the little fourth thread sat in the middle of it like a bright seed, tuning, and every few hours one of my husbands would pause mid-sentence and frown faintly at nothing, the way you frown at a note you can't quite place.
I wasn't hiding it from fear. I was hiding it because I wanted one thing first, and on the second morning I got it: Lucien's confirmation, properly, from my healer, because some news you want stamped before you spend it.
I went to the infirmary at midday and asked him, formally
