"Fenric, Damar, I think..." I lowered my head and whispered. "I think I've conceived,"
Fenric's hand, which was cleaning the tears from my eyes, immediately froze in place. His fingers were still damp, but his eyes were wide, fixed on mine with a look of pure, shock.
The silence that followed my words was a wreck.
I could feel my own heart beating, I could feel the blood in my veins—hot blood—and how my body kept burning.
What would they think? I wondered.
I just told them I was going to be a mother, and that either one of them, a father, so why wasn't anyone saying anything?
It was a bit nerve-wracking. It was as if the wind itself had stopped breathing.
And then, Fenric's hand, which had been frozen in front of my cheek, finally moved.
"Did I... Hear that right?"
