FIA
"Mother," Cian said hoarsely, setting his glass down. "That is not..."
"Not what?" Morrigan asked innocently. "You are mated now. Bonded. It is a natural question."
"It is not a natural question," Cian said firmly. "Not right now."
"When would be a better time?" she asked. "A year from now? Two? I would like to meet my grandchildren before I am too frail to hold them. Or worse... Dead!"
The words were light, teasing even, for the darkness that coated it. It was sort of a reminder of her illness. Of the time she might not have.
Cian's jaw worked. He looked at me briefly, then away, like he could not quite bear to hold my gaze. "We have not discussed it much. But of course we will try."
"Well, perhaps you should discuss it a lot more," Morrigan said. She turned her attention to me and her eyes were bright with interest. "What about you, Fia? Do you want children?"
