Did he actually say that?
"But why?" The question slips out before she can stop it.
"Why do you think? To spend more time with you. You know what would help you sleep?"
Sanaya recognizes the exact moment Ignavar's smile turns predatory. She knows that dangerous glint in his eyes better than anything!
"No, I don't know, and I don't want to know!" She stumbles backward, arms crossing protectively over her chest.
"You want a baby that badly?" Her gaze darts around desperately before landing on a figure nearby. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth as an idea forms.
The young female who had returned with Daela—Faelyn's friend.
Imogen.
She's younger than all of them by a year. Perfect. Ignavar should accept her as a substitute!
"Why not this one, then?" Sanaya lunges forward, grabbing an unsuspecting Imogen by the shoulder and pulling her closer. Imogen yelps, stumbling and barely keeping her footing.
