Chapter 80
Ember
"I'm telling you, you are pregnant, Ember."
Nate says it like he's announcing the weather, which only makes me want to crawl into the nearest bush and die.
"No, I'm not," I say, brushing past him.
"We've visited every healer in Moonsand," he counters, following me with his arms folded. "They all said the same thing."
The wind stirs his hair, making him look annoyingly wise and ethereal. I keep walking, pretending I didn't hear anything.
"Nope," I repeat, firm.
"Ember."
There's a tone.
The one that says face reality before I shake you.
I stop and turn to him, jaw clenched.
"It's not possible," I insist. "Kellan and I have been mates for barely five months."
Nate gives me a look. A slow blink. A raised brow. A silent, really?
"Did he knot you during these days?" he asks bluntly.
I feel an eye twitch coming on.
"Nathaniel."
"Okay," he says, palms up. "Then how many times do you two have sex?"
I stare at him. He stares back.
I break first.
