She patted Jamie’s hand. “I believe that a male does not undergo the frenzy if his heart hasn’t been tamed by his chosen female.”
“He loves me?” Jamie whispered anxiously.
Sylvie nodded. “I’d stake my life on it.”
“But it’s his life at stake, not yours,” Jamie said. And she couldn’t let him waste it, couldn’t let him die of rejection. Still…
“What if…what if I get pregnant?”
Sylvie opened her mouth to speak, but before the words could come out, the membrane to the outside opened. In stepped Xivthar Rasveen, Supreme Regent of Zanthar and Drake’s brother.
And in his arms was nestled a small child, its skin a light green. There were tendrils on his head like its father’s, but they were lighter than his. And when she moved closer, she realized the baby’s eyes were blue.
The same color as her sister’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” the Regent said, bending to press a kiss to Sylvie’s forehead. “I stayed away for as long as I could.”
Sylvie left. “I’m surprised you made it this long.” She carefully took the child from his arms, nestling it close. Jamie approached, a sense of wonder filling her.I’m an aunt.
Although she’d never given more than a fleeting thought to children, seeing the half-Zantharian, half-human child opened her mind to the possibility. A child that was part her, part Drake. It would be the most wonderful child in the world.
“I have to go to him,” she whispered out loud, and her sister nodded. “Please,” Jamie said, “can you show me to his quarters?”
“Of course,” Sylvie said.
“It wouldn’t matter,” the Regent said. “He’s not in his quarters.”
Both women turned to him with twin expressions of confusion. “Where is he?” Jamie asked.
“He’s taken a ship and didn’t log a destination.”
Jamie was crestfallen. He’d left, having lied about going to rest. Still, she wasn’t willing to give up without a fight. “Do you know where he went?”
“I have an idea,” the Regent replied. “And I can take you there.”
“Let’s go,” she said without hesitation.
