“Doctor.”
“You haven’t slept.”
“Doctor.”
“You look terrible.”
“Doctor.”
“You worried.”
“Drake.”
“You care.”
“Drake.”
“You like me.”
“Drake.”
“You love me.”
“DRAKE.”
“I knew it.”
Salas snorted so hard it startled me, when did he even get down here anyway?
Thoren folded his arms and betrayed all loyalty by looking entertained.
I was laughing too hard to be useful.
Kael looked at all of us with the expression of a man contemplating murder.
“Can we please go?”
Drake turned to me.
“Sweetheart, I think he’s in love with me.”
“He absolutely is.”
Kael whipped around.
“Nevara!”
“What?”
“You are not helping.”
“I’m pregnant. I get a pass.”
Thoren nodded solemnly.
“She does.”
“Thank you.”
Kael looked betrayed.
Drake gasped dramatically.
“Everyone supports our love excep
