"You like children, don't you?"
Sylvana nodded slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
His hand wasn't idle, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress to trace the soft, delicate skin at her waist.
"Then we should work on it. Have one of our own."
The warmth that had been spreading through Sylvana vanished. She shook her head sharply, a look of loss and regret eclipsing her budding desire.
"You don't want to?" He caught the flicker of her micro-expression instantly.
"My eyes… it could be passed down."
It was her deepest fear, the reason she had never allowed herself to carry his child.
"I tried to see past the veil of fate, and I was broken by the rules of reality for it. Any child of mine… they would most likely be burdened by my curse."
Orion's roaming hand stilled and withdrew. The tension in Sylvana's body eased as she regained her composure.
