Nevara
I was still staring at my stomach when Thoren returned.
The door opened quietly, and he stepped inside carrying several papers Kael had apparently decided could not wait. He took one look at my face and set them aside without reading a word.
“What happened?”
I lifted my gaze to his. “Close the door.”
His concern sharpened immediately.
He shut it, turned the lock, then crossed the room. “Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“Dizzy?”
“No.”
“Then why do you look frightened?”
“I am not certain frightened is the right word.”
He sat beside me, one hand already reaching for mine. “Tell me.”
I looked down at our joined fingers.
There had been a time when Thoren kept the truth from me because he believed silence would protect me. We had both promised not to repeat that mistake, yet I had al
