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“Don’t,” I warned.
She shook her head, offering the corpses one of her pleasant smiles. “Glad to formally meet you both and sorry to rush things along, but the witches are here and we need to greet them.”
The front doors opened. Morgana and her coven mixed with some drooling alpha wolf shifters had arrived.
“Of course, we won’t keep you from your other guests.” Sabine winked at Willow. “I do hope something tasty will be served tonight.”
I clenched my jaw, watching as Clariot and Sabine went to find their seats, and turned back to see Willow’s face drained of color.
She grabbed my hand as she whispered, “I didn’t put blood on the menu.”
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Willow
Foot in Mouth
I smiled where appropriate and continued to welcome guests until all the tables were full and we could finally sit, but I couldn’t force myself to eat.
My gut twisted anxiously as I replayed the words I’d used with the vampires earlier.
“Not yet, but maybe soon.”
I’d lied and Malachy hadn’t said anything to correct me. He didn’t want kids, right? That’s why he was so adamant about not going to the third ridge. We hadn’t discussed it and I’d just assumed, which was great because we didn’t need to have that conversation. Not like we talked much in the beginning anyway.
Then the vampires were there and Malachy was flustered. I’d said the first thing that came to mind to hurry them on their way.
And he looked at me like I’d hung the moon for the rest of the night.
Why did I have to say that?
I watched as one of Amanda’s cousins carried out a pitcher of animal blood, grateful for their help in making sure all ourguests were comfortable, and realized that’s where I’d gone wrong.
In trying to make everyone else happy, I’d screwed myself.
Did they really expect me to birth the next guardian?
Even if I could get pregnant again after Harper’s traumatic birth—and the doctors were pretty sure I couldn’t—how was I supposed to carry a dragon child?
I mean, look at the size of Malachy.
His offspring would be enormous.
And I already had my kid. I was done with babies. My uterus hung up the ‘closed for business’ sign years ago.
“I’m tired.” Harper yawned beside me.
Speaking of kids, I was saved by mine.
“Come on, sweetie. I’ll take you to bed.”
I pushed back my chair and Malachy, always so attentive, touched my hand. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“Stay. Entertain your guests.” I smiled as brightly as I could, hoping it’d be enough to cover up the worry racing through my mind.
“If you’re sure…” He gave me a questioning look.
“Goodnight, Malachy.” Harper wrapped her slender arms around his neck and kissed his scruffy cheek.
