Nevara
For months, every decision in Blackstone seemed to become harder once we arrived.
Now, sitting in our private sitting room with Shelly asleep against my chest, I realized the hardest part might be going back without hiding anything.
Thoren sat across from me while Kael and Salas occupied the other chairs. For the first time in what felt like forever, we were not meeting because someone had escaped, threatened us, infiltrated the castle, or tried to kill somebody.
We were discussing a visit.
“The pregnancy rumors started there,” I said. “They heard enough to know something was happening, and then every time anyone came close to the truth, we avoided answering.”
Thoren’s expression tightened. “Because Sabrina already knew.”
“I know.”
“And because we had no idea how many people
