I awoke to the welcome scent of coffee in the air. Quinn was standing in front of the couch, a steaming mug in his hand.

"What time is it?" I croaked, sitting up and taking the coffee gratefully.

"Half eleven." Quinn sat down on the chair across from me, a funny look on his face. "How come you're down here?"

"I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you." It didn't seem like there was much point telling him that his own strange sleep noises had woken me. "How'd you sleep?"

"Should I be worried that you slept on the couch with a blanket that smells like another man?"

I looked down at the blanket. I hadn't realised I'd grabbed the afghan rug Eric had draped over me when he'd last been here.

"Oh shoot. I just grabbed the blanket on top of the pile. You know my sense of smell isn't a tenth as strong as yours."

"You didn't ask who it smells like."

I shrugged halfheartedly. "I haven't dated that many men, Quinn. And this may surprise you, but I've had even fewer sleep over at my house. I know it must smell like Eric."

He sat in silence, absorbing this information before nodding and rising. "I set out some toast in the kitchen if you're hungry."

"Thanks, I'll just be a minute."

Quinn knew I'd been with Eric, at least he knew the bare bones of it—that he'd stayed with me during the witch war, that one thing had led to another. But still, there was no need to go reminding him of it. I folded up the blanket, annoyed I'd been so careless.

After a moment of thought I made my way upstairs to the attic, where I tucked the blanket with a few spare items we had. It made me a little sad to leave it up there, which was silly really. But it was Gran's blanket, I reasoned, I was sentimental about a lot of her things. And I was sure it was the right thing to do, at least while Quinn was here.

I made my way downstairs and through to the kitchen, coffee in hand. Quinn was sitting at the kitchen table with a hardback.

"Sorry about that, I put that old blanket away."

Quinn shrugged. "Don't worry about it, babe."

He was sitting in my usual seat. So, I sat down across from him and helped myself to a few slices of toast, spreading a thick layer of butter and a generous helping of jelly.

The toast was cold, but jelly will cover up all manner of sins. I took a bite of my toast and munched on it happily enough.

I was on my second piece of toast when Quinn spoke. "Did you move the meeting?"

"I tried, but it's the only night we can both do," I said apologetically.

He made a little noise of disbelief. "Sure it is."

I knew it was Eric his skepticism was directed at, and I couldn't blame him.

"I know, but it'll be fine. It's just Eric."

I sensed his doubt and decided to change the subject. "Whatcha reading?"

He held it up so I could see the title. It was some sort of self-help book, the type I saw in the non-fiction and business sections of the library and carefully avoided.

"Huh, interesting." I took another bite of my toast as Quinn returned to his book. Gran would have boxed my ears for reading at the breakfast table while I was a guest in someone's home. Nevermind, that it was approaching lunch time.

"So," I said, after a few minutes. "Did you have a nice time last night?"

"Sure. I liked JB. And Tara seemed nice enough."

"It's so weird for me seeing them as a couple. We were all friends for so long. JB and I even went on a date in highschool."

Quinn raised his eyebrows. "How'd that go?"

"It didn't get very far because of my little disability." I tapped my forehead conspiratorially and Quinn looked amused. "I was so surprised when I found out they'd eloped. It was completely out of the blue, I found out when I got back from Rhodes."

"Yeah, you said that. I guess they just knew."

I chewed on that. I didn't judge Tara and JB one bit, but it was still hard to wrap my head around it. Friends one minute, husband and wife the next. I just didn't know what to think of it. I was tempted to ask Quinn what he thought of their relationship, but I didn't want him to think I was gossiping so I decided against it.

Inevitably, my thoughts drifted to Bill. Since vampires and humans couldn't legally wed, I'd never considered the idea of marrying Bill. Now I was grateful I'd never had the option. We'd been dating for months and there was so much I hadn't known about him, so many secrets he'd kept from me. And after all of it, he had the gall to act as though he was my knight in shining armour—which reminded me: "Bill stopped by this morning."

Quinn lowered his book. "Why didn't you wake me?"

I shrugged. "He just wanted to talk."

"What about?"

"You know, just Bill being Bill." Somewhere through the open window I could hear a bird chirping. It was a beautiful day out there.

"I don't know," Quinn said evenly. His purple eyes were fixed on me, a crease between his brows.

"He just brought up old history, made valiant offers. He offered to kill Eric for me," I said with some amusement, rolling my eyes.

"And what did you say?"

I frowned, not liking where this was going. "I said thanks but no thanks."

He grunted.

"I don't know why I even have to say this, but Eric isn't the enemy," I said, my temper rising.

"So what, you think he's a friend?"

"Yes."

"Babe, you're being naive. You don't know vampires like I do."

"Don't be condescending. And besides, you don't know Eric like I do," I countered.

Quinn's eyes darkened. "Just because you spent a week with him while he was some lost, amnesiac puppy doesn't mean you know him." My eyes widened and he continued. "You know some of the Weres are still convinced it was a ploy of his to get in your pants."

We both froze, looking at one another as his last words hung in the air.

"How dare you," I said, my voice icy. "You think I don't know what other people think about me? You think I need to be told? I spend my life trying not to listen to other people's thoughts, I hardly needed to be reminded of them in my own home."

I could see the remorse on Quinn's face but I wasn't finished.

"I know that Eric can be manipulative and self-serving. And I know that the Eric without his memory isn't the real Eric. I'm not an idiot. But I also know that someone's actions speak a lot louder than their words, and when it counts Eric has had my back time and time again. Whether he knew who he was at the time or not. So yes, I do know him and I trust him. And I'll thank you to let me decide how to live my own life."

Quinn was watching me closely, his face guarded. After a moment he nodded. "I shouldn't have said that. I know you're too smart to be tricked into something like that. I just want you to be safe. And I hate that you're bound to him."

"It's fine," I said brusquely, getting up to make another pot of coffee for Amelia. I focused on tucking the fresh filter paper into the machine and measuring out the ground coffee. "As for the bond, I really don't want to talk about it right now. But I'll ask Eric about it tomorrow night."

Quinn's jaw tightened but he didn't say anything.

I refilled Quinn's coffee—a liquid truce—before sitting back down.

"Have you ever shifted with werepanthers before?"

Quinn took a long sip. "Tomorrow will be the first." His voice held the same forced lightness as my own.

"Do you often shift with other weres?"

"A few times but more out of necessity than preference." That surprised me. Quinn must have seen it on my face because he added, "Tigers aren't pack animals. It's more natural for me to shift alone."

"So, what will y'all do?"

Quinn shrugged. "Roam the woods, hunt. That's all there is to it really."

"You two talking about the full moon tomorrow?" Amelia glided into the kitchen. I'd never been more happy to see her.

She was dressed for the day in pale blue jeans and a purple top with little drawstrings tied up at the front. "I meant to ask you Quinn, will you be shifting around here? Because I want to do a ritual in the woods, but I can find somewhere else if I need to."

Thank the lord for my roommate. Sometimes her relentless chatting could be overbearing, but today I found it was very welcome.

"It's all yours. I'm going over to Hotshot."

"Wow, that will be amazing," Amelia beamed at Quinn. "I guess since you're all cats it will work to shift together?" Huh, I hadn't even thought about that. She grabbed a banana from the fridge. "Maybe you could take Bob and see if he shifts into a human? Sorry, that was a dumb joke. You don't mind if I steal some coffee do you? I really need some today." She asked, midway through pouring herself a cup.

Quinn looked down at Bob questioningly. "Have you made any progress with a spell to turn him back?"

She sighed. "Not really, I thought I'd figured it out the other day, but then nothing. Although I think his tail might be a little less furry. That could be something right?"

"I think still having a tail at all might detract from that Ames," I said gently.

"I never should have fooled around with that magic. If I really wanted to try something different in bed I should have found myself a shifter," Amelia said blithely.

I almost choked on my coffee at her words. Even more alarming was the spark of interest that flew from Quinn's mind. Jesus Christ Shepherd of Judea. I wondered whether he had any insights about what she'd been up to with Bob that fateful night—if he did, I was sure it was a can of worms I did not want to touch with a ten foot pole.

"So what's this ritual?" I asked before the conversation could stray any further from my comfort zone. If there was one way to distract Amelia it was with magic.

Amelia started chatting away about how the full moon is a time for reflection and change, but most importantly for intention setting. This wasn't the first time Amelia had done this ritual since staying with me, I had never really given it much thought before. "It's about redirecting your energy, making sure you're on the right path. It is a simple magic, a pure one, but it does work," Amelia said matter-of-factly.

Something about her words settled in the pit of my stomach. I forced a smile and nodded, trying not to think about anything other than the bitter taste of coffee in my mouth.

The halogen light in Eric's office was buzzing. I'd never noticed that before, and if I could hear it then it had to be irritating for Eric.

A few papers sat in the out tray on his desk. An empty bottle sat next to the computer, synthetic blood congealed at its base. It had always struck me as an impersonal office, a space designed for purpose over sentiment, and I found myself wondering if Eric had many relics from his long life.

The click of heels announced the return of the waitress. The ice cubes clinked as she put down my gin and tonic.

"Thank you kindly."

"Uh-huh," Darleen answered, managing not to roll her eyes.

"Did I hear Pam arrive a few minutes ago?" I asked.

Darleen eyed me suspiciously, and I knew why. Eric's office was soundproofed enough to block out most of the music from the club. I certainly shouldn't be able to hear the door opening. And of course, I hadn't. I'd felt the presence of a void. I didn't think it was Eric, so that probably meant Pam.

I smiled innocently, undeterred by her silence. "Could you let her know I've arrived?"

"She knows your here," Darleen said flatly. She whisked up the empty bottle from Eric's desk and left the room, her black Elvira dress trailing along behind her.

I took a sip of my drink. It wasn't like Pam not to come say hi, but she was probably busy prepping for the night. Full moons were popular with the crowds.

People got an extra thrill swinging by on the full moon or Friday the 13th. Once Eric and Pam got wind of it they'd leaned into the gimic, putting on food and drinks specials to draw in the crowds. If they were lucky, they might even have a few tours in tonight.

Full moons sure did bring out the crazy in people.

I wondered what Quinn and Jason were doing right now, whether they'd shifted yet.

Things had been stilted between Quinn and I since the morning before. I knew he was sorry, and he'd made an effort to be sweet, but I hadn't been able to stop his words from rolling through my head. It was our first fight, and he'd played dirty.

I knew all couples fought, and I'd heard worse things over my life, but it had still put a dampener on his stay. If I was honest, I'd been relieved to wave him off that afternoon as he headed over to Hotshot, and I was looking forward to a night without him.

Amelia was going to be busy with her ritual, and with any luck I'd have the place to myself for most of the night. I knew exactly how I'd be spending it—getting some much needed downtime, starting with a bubble bath.

Something pulsed in my chest and giddiness swept through me as the door behind me opened.

"Sookie," Eric's voice was low and gravelly and welcoming, and I felt it in my stomach. He walked around his desk to his chair. His eyes meeting mine as he sat. "You look beautiful."

"Oh hush," I said, brushing some imaginary dirt from my jeans. I knew my outfit didn't justify the compliment. "You look quite nice as well." And he did. He was dressed simply in a white tee-shirt, dark jeans and boots but there was an energy—a vivacity—emanating from him tonight.

"I know," he grinned at me.

Despite myself I grinned right back. "Of course you do."

"You're here early, couldn't wait to see me?"

"I wanted to get it over with," I said sweetly.

"Ahh, there's my Sookie." He leaned back in his chair and gazed at me fondly. The warmth in my chest pulsed with pleasure. The bond, I reminded myself.

For a moment I just looked at him, enjoying the simple pleasure of his company. Tonight, Eric's eyes were deep and dark and blue. And they reminded me of my Eric.

A thud of music started up on the dance floor, the bass pulsing a steady beat through the walls. I cleared my throat, "I guess we should get this over with. You wanted to go over the logistics for New Orleans, right?"

A beat passed, two, before Eric nodded. He leaned forward and interlaced his fingers in front of him—his voice and expression transforming into what I thought of as his 'business mode'.

"The Queen has requested our presence on Monday at first dark. We will need to travel to New Orleans on Sunday night. The ceremony has been set for Tuesday and we will return Wednesday."

I counted in my head. "That's four nights off work, I don't know if I can get that much."

"I have arranged for one of our waitresses to cover your shifts for the entirety of next week."

"Eric—" I sputtered. That high-handed son of a— "That's not how it works. Sam won't want some, some–" I paused, trying to think of a polite way to say floozy. "Some Fangtasia waitress in Merlotte's serving his customers."

"I have discussed it with the shifter and he has agreed to the arrangement," Eric said, unfazed by my outrage.

"Well, what about the waitress? I mean, she can't be happy having to trek out to Bon Temps to work in a little bar like Merlotte's."

"Pam," Eric said into the room. He only raised his voice a fraction but that didn't seem to be an issue, because Pam appeared shortly afterwards.

"Yes?" She asked, her gaze directed at Eric.

"Fetch Cindy."

Pam vanished and returned moments later with a perky waitress in tow.

"Howdy y'all," she said brightly. "Master," she added to Eric, seemingly as an afterthought.

My eyes darted to Pam, anticipating a sardonic quip at the ingenue with a Texan twang, but she was watching the new waitress with quiet attention.

"Cindy, this is Sookie," Eric nodded toward me. "The waitress you will be covering at the bar in Bon Temps."

"Hi there Sookie," she stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you."

Cindy was gorgeous. She had naturally red hair, fair skin and a light dusting of freckles. She was buxom, but her warmth and her smile made her Elvira dress look downright wholesome.

The customers at Merlotte's would love her. Sam would love her. I disliked her instantly.

"How-de-do Cindy," I stood and shook her hand.

She beamed at me. "Don't you worry about a thing Sookie. I'll make sure Merlotte's runs smooth as silk while you're gone."

I felt a prickle of irritation. "Isn't that a real bother for you, having to travel all that way?"

"Naw, I don't mind. The pay is real generous. Plus I'm being reimbursed for gas money."

My brow furrowed. The Merlotte's pay certainly wasn't what I would describe as generous.

Eric was watching us from behind his desk. "For her trouble Cindy will receive her standard Fangtasia salary in addition to what she is paid by," Eric paused briefly as though searching for the word—I rolled my eyes, he knew his name—"Sam. She will also keep any tips she earns, of course."

"Honestly, I'd probably be happy to do it just to help out. I've only just moved here a few months back and I've spent all my time in the city. It'll be nice to get back to town life for a spell."

"Well aren't you a peach?" I smiled. Good grief. The words had rolled off my tongue before I realised I was saying them. I was starting to sound like one of my Gran's friends from church.

But seriously, this girl was too good to be true. And it was with that thought that I dipped into her mind. I know it's bad, but the last time Merlotte's borrowed staff from Fangtasia it was Charles Twining and he'd tried to kill me. Twice. I certainly didn't want to leave Sam with someone with ill intentions. In a way, I reasoned, it would be negligent not to do a quick check.

She was one of those people whose thoughts ran a mile a minute, each almost overlapping with the next.

… working at a vampire bar sounded real glamourous but I do miss home. Cities ain't got nothin' on a good country town, I wonder what the boss'll be like, probably not as gorgeous as Eric but as long as he's nice. I like her, I reckon the other girls are just jealous…

I pulled out of her mind abruptly. For some people you only needed a moment to read them: their thoughts were clear and straight-forward. Amelia was like that, and Cindy was too. And her thoughts told me she was pure as the driven snow. I think I would have preferred it if she was trying to murder me.

"Isn't she sweet?" Pam said, looking at Cindy like a cat looks at a mouse.

"She sure is," I answered dutifully.

"Right back at ya," Cindy gave me a warm smile. "If that's all sir I should probably get back out there, I don't want to leave the other girls hangin'."

Eric's eyes flickered to me, before he nodded to Cindy, indicating she could go. I returned to my seat, tamping down my irritation with the turn of events.

Pam watched the waitress as she left. Well, watched part of her. "Isn't she a doll? Real salt of the earth type of gal. Don't you think Eric? And she smells divine."

Eric's eyes hadn't left me. "That will be all, Pam. Ensure we are not disturbed."

"And here I thought we were going to have a gay old time hanging out, us three," Pam said sardonically. "Let me know if you two need anything else, blood, booze, another waitress…"

Eric waited for the door to shut behind Pam, before raising his eyebrows. "Any other concerns?"

I pursed my lips.

"The Queen is aware that you must miss work in order to attend and you will of course be compensated for your time, in addition to any expenses accrued. You will need a formal dress for the ceremony. There is still credit remaining at your friend's shop. I trust you will use it."

This all felt very familiar.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," I sighed. I remembered my plan to go early and spend time in the city with Quinn. Although things were a little tense between us, I still wanted to go. "For my accommodation, can you put Quinn's name down as well?"

"No."

I frowned, "I know he can't come to the ceremony—"

"The tiger cannot stay with you because you will be staying with me." Eric said calmly. He must have sensed my outrage because he raised a hand before I could interrupt. "This is not a ploy to be close to you. It is necessary."

"In what world is that necessary Eric? Quinn can protect me if he needs to, in fact he can probably protect me better than you can because he's awake during the day."

Eric's eyes flashed and an intense anger surged through me.

"This is not like the other times you have visited the Queen. The situation is precarious at best."

"It wasn't exactly a cakewalk the last time I saw your queen," I returned. "Or the time before that either! Or are you forgetting that I've handled myself a few times over and saved your ass to boot?"

Eric glared at me. When he spoke his voice was strained. "This is going to be harder than I expected."

I opened my mouth but Eric raised a finger before I could retort. The gesture wasn't exactly a signal to shush, since that would have fired me up even more. Then, in a surprisingly human gesture, he closed his eyes.

When he opened them they had lost their anger. At the sight my rage dissipated. A sandcastle washed away by the tide. The sudden change was jarring.

"I will explain why Quinn cannot attend shortly. First, we must discuss the bond," Eric said quietly.

His words barely registered. I was still reeling from the sudden and complete transformation of my emotional state. From a white hot anger to calm in a matter of seconds. What on earth was that? Was this from my lack of sleep? I'd been tired before, but I'd never felt so completely at the mercy of my emotions before.

"What do you know of blood bonds?" He asked, his voice calm and even.

I focused on my breathing for one breath, two, three. Eric waited patiently for me to answer, seeming to know I needed a moment to myself. I only spoke once I was sure my voice wouldn't tremble. "Quinn said that it means the vampire can turn the human any time they like."

Eric nodded, his tone business-like. "A blood bond is sometimes treated as a claim over a human. It can increase the chance of being made vampire, or an unintended siring." My blood chilled. "What else?"

"I know that it's stronger than a normal blood exchange. I can feel it, even though it's been weeks since Rhodes." I paused, looking over at him. He was watching me with rapt attention. "When will it fade?"

I thought I detected a flicker of regret, but when he spoke his words were matter-of-fact. "Blood bonds are permanent. It may weaken over the coming months, but it will always be there."

I'd suspected that, I had, but still—something in me crumpled at his words.

I looked down at my hands, eyes prickling. I was forever tied to the vampire world. I thought back to Claudine's warning against attending Rhodes. Afterwards, I'd thought she meant the bombs, but now I knew the truth of it.

Still, it was done. And feeling sorry for myself wouldn't do a damn thing to change that.

Eric had waited silently as I gathered myself. His eyes fixed on mine.

Finally I spoke, my voice quiet but unwavering. "Is it because it was the third time we shared blood?"

"Yes," he paused, seeming to choose his words. "When I was without my memory we shared an exchange?"

I nodded, "It was your idea." I didn't blame him. Eric had been without his memories, he hadn't even known how many times I'd taken his blood. And even if he had, I should have known better.

"The blood bond was not something I would have chosen to enter into," he said quietly. Something heavy settled in my stomach.

"I would rather this than have had a tie with Andre, I would rather die than be tied to him," my voice was so bitter I hardly recognised it. I meant every word. Although I didn't want this bond, it was preferable than having any sort of tie to Andre.

Eric inclined his head, acknowledging my position and its futility in a single movement.

"I have not shared a blood bond before, and they are no longer common. However apart from those you have described there are other effects that are commonly known."

I had a sickening feeling in my stomach. I picked up my gin and tonic and took a sip. The ice cubes had melted, leaving the drink too watery. I put the glass down and looked down at my hands, clasped in my lap. "Go on."

"Each blood bond is unique, the effects manifesting in slightly different ways. However, certain effects arise frequently.

"The human typically experiences increased health and strength. As you alluded to, the human and vampire are able to sense one another to an extent."

I nodded, I was familiar with all this.

"The vampire may hold influence over the human, similar to a bond between maker and child."

I worked my hands, the tips of my nails biting into the flesh of my palms. "What else?"

"The vampire can sway the human's emotions."

I felt strangely separate from my body. "How am I meant to know which emotions are my own?" I asked my hands, and my voice sounded like it was coming from across the room.

Eric's chair made a noise as it shifted, and suddenly he was before me, his hands unfurling my own. The quiet calm of the bond engulfed me with the contact, and I relaxed into it, enjoying the respite from the night's revelations and the rollercoaster of emotions that had followed.

"Sookie, look at me."

I looked up. He was crouched before me, his hands covering mine. His expression solemn.

I let out a slow breath through my mouth.

"Okay," I said and a part of me was pleased to note my voice sounded steadier. "The reason you wanted to talk this through before New Orleans is so we're prepared for Andre right? So we aren't caught off guard by the bond and react without thinking. Or I get angry because I've felt your anger, something like that."

Eric had a hint of a smile. "Astute as ever, my former lover." He released my hand and rose. "Andre made his interest in you plain at Rhodes. We should not underestimate his interest in you again." As he talked he strode back around to his chair, sitting once more.

"When you visited you said that if Quinn comes he might doubt the bond." I was piecing together Eric's plan as I spoke. "So you think if we make Andre think we have a strong blood bond, then he'll leave me alone? That doesn't sound like him."

"It is only a temporary solution," Eric agreed, his expression solemn. Perhaps he felt my misgivings because he expanded.

"The Queen cannot afford a disgruntled sheriff at the moment. If they are under the impression the bond is one we both favour, Andre will be disinclined to disrupt it. If we are lucky, he may lose interest entirely. If he doesn't, then I will come up with a plan once we have returned with more information."

"We will come up with a plan," I said absently. My mind was whirling through the different layers of this. The bond. New Orleans. Andre's fixation. Quinn. Oh god, Quinn was not going to like this. "We're not staying at the palace are we?"

"No."

Thank the lord for that. "Then why can't I stay with Quinn? Do you think Andre will spy on us?"

"I do not think it likely he would spy, although it is possible. However Andre has a very strong sense of smell. Stronger and more nuanced than mine. If you were to see the tiger in New Orleans, he would know."

Oh hell. I remembered Andre had been the one to notice I had fairy blood and he'd done it by smell alone. "I really hate this plan," I muttered.

"We have had worse plans."

I looked up at him curiously. He had a slight smile and I found myself smiling back at him. "Let me guess, jumping out a hotel window in broad daylight?"

"That was not a moment I would choose to relive," Eric said dryly. "However, I was alluding to Jackson."

"That wasn't the worst. Going to an orgy to try and find a murderer was the worst."

"On the contrary, I liked that plan very much." I rolled my eyes, grinning despite myself. "If you ever have need of me for any other plans that involve you wearing those shorts, let me know."

A knock at the door sounded and Cindy appeared, phone in hand and an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry to disturb you sir, but you have a call."

"I am in a meeting."

"I know, and I gave it to Pam but she said you'd need to take it. It's someone called Cleo. She says it's urgent."

Eric's expression darkened, his eyes flitted to me.

I rose, slinging my purse over my shoulder. "I should be going anyway, unless there was anything else you needed to run through?"

"I will text you any other details."

I turned and slipped past Cindy and out of Eric's office. She gave me a warm smile as I passed, but I was too tired to return the favour. It had been a hell of a night.

The music hardened and took form as I stepped into the corridor. I looked up toward the dance floor; from Pam's outfit earlier I knew she was working tonight. One another night, I might have been tempted to see her, but tonight I was ready to go home.

"You alright sugar?"

Cindy had emerged from Eric's office, the door closed shut behind her.

"Fine. I was just leavin'."

"Are you coming out to the bar? I can mix you up another drink if you like. Gin and tonic, right?"

"No thanks, I'm gonna head home," I smiled tightly. "Don't let me keep you, I know it's busy out there."

Cindy shrugged and turned, a seductive sway to her hips as she walked back to the bar.

The thump of music overlaid the cacophony of minds I could feel from the dance floor. I suppose Pam's prayers had been answered, then. The bar was busy. I knew better than to hold my breath waiting for a thank you note.

Author's Note: My plan to update weekly is off to such a bad start! Oops! Full disclosure, while I've edited the major plot points, I'm editing the prose and dialogue as I go. Some chapters need more work than others, and this one needed some polishing. So while I'm still going to aim for weekly it might be fortnightly or a bit longer between updates if a chapter needs some extra love.

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