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the kitchen. Pale sunlight filtered through the blinds. I cracked the last spirit-bird egg in

th Jaxon's senses, I needed a cove

d pastries made with them. Only my late mother had known

s from the oven and arranged them

walked in wearing a charcoal suit, hi

able and set it in front of

favorite spirit-bird

then at my pale face. His li

another man last night, and now yo

hair and sat down

I'm still here," I said softly, lowerin

have no appetite

d up his black coffee. The edge of the plate hit my water glass, and a s

staring at me, as if waiting for me to look guilty. I

ckly: the Healer had said my reaction to spirit-bird eggs during pregnancy would be more

llowe

m my face. Then a cramp twisted my stomach like a hand gr

ah

mouth and rushed to the kit

. Hot coffee splashed onto his cu

at's wrong

until tears streamed down my face, red hives brea

side, his warm palm pressin

what did

astry on the table, his Alpha

inst the cold marble counter. "I think...

y didn't you

I could answer, his deep voice carr

I forg

r-I could let out all the misery and nausea of early pregnancy without him seei

ealer to the ma

smile tugged at my lips. From today on, every bout of

murderous glare. As Jaxon stood by the bedpost, I caught the Healer's eye and gave a tiny, pleading shake of my head. He h

r reported, wiping his forehead. "It triggered severe gastric spa

ed a fraction. He waved the Hea

w what food can kil

last night's hostility had

mured, closing my eyes and turning my

a long time before turning and

from my best friend, Joseline Cox, warning me to stay alert in the capital. I quickly replied to