Nevara
The word soon left the room silent.
Jonas kept his hand against my stomach as though he believed he could physically convince the baby to reconsider. Noah had moved closer, pressing against my father’s side while Mom stared at the physician.
“How soon?” she asked.
“I cannot determine that from a single word the child may not understand the same way we do,” he said.
“He understands more than any unborn baby should,” Thoren replied.
The physician looked tired enough to argue but apparently decided against it.
“We should allow the queen to rest.”
“You have been saying that for days,” Drake muttered. “She rests, and the baby grows three months before dinner.”
Kael placed a hand on his shoulder. “That is not helping.”
“No, but it is accurate.”
The physician began collecting th
