Vincent/Vaelthor
I just stared at Nancy, her words hanging in the air like a trap I hadn't seen coming. A child from each of us? The thought slammed into me, cold and haunting, like ice flooding my veins. My chest tightened, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it might break through my ribs. How could she even suggest something like that? Something so personal, so… permanent.
I stole a glance at Winter. Her eyes were wide, stunned, her shoulders shrinking in against me as if she could hide from the weight of the moment. She looked just as lost as I felt, maybe even more.
"No." The word cut out of me, sharp and final. My voice was low, but there was steel behind it. "I'm not planning on having kids. Not now. Not ever. That's not my path."
