Scathingly I reply, “Believe me,I am aware.”
Her eyebrows rise at my tone, and she considers me for a moment. “You hadbetterbe serious,” she finally says. “Because Zan doesn’t do things casually.”
A man who has spent five hundred years denying himself anything and everything to support an underground rebellion? You don’t fucking say.
I say wryly, “Neither do I.”
“So what are you asking for, exactly?”
I blow out a breath. “I don’t know. Support? Can you make him be less stupid?”
Nomi barks a laugh. “Definitely not. I can bludgeon him until he takes you seriously.”
I wave that off. “I have bludgeoning covered already.”
She snorts again. “I’m sure you do. In that case, there are some herbs you should start using, at least until you’re confident both of you aren’t being stupid.”
Herbs? Why—
Ohhh.
She meansbabies.
Yep, that is definitely a consideration for Future Yora.
And Future Zan.
“Thank you,” I say, and I am proud that my voice comes out even and not strangled at all.
Babies.
WithZan.
I have been awake for less than a week and only just kissed the man for the first time yesterday, it isdefinitelytoo soon for babies.
“You’re welcome,” Nomi says. “Now finish getting dressed.”
I nod, then look at what I’m wearing.
Hmm.
Maybe I should wear something that will distract Zan as much as just looking at him arrests me.
“Do you want some... other types of clothing, too?” Nomi asks.
I turn back to her. “Other clothing?”
“Clothing for Zan’s eyes only,” she clarifies.
Aha.
Once I realize what she’s implying—sexy underwear has existed forever, as far as I know, not that I ever had any—I’m about to reject the offer, because I can always just take off my clothes to get his attention, right?
But then I remember telling Zan that I don’t care about nudity.
A miscalculation, in retrospect, even if I meant it.
I meant itbeforehis gaze on me stole the air from the room.
