I didn't want to bother myself with any of this, but I wondered if just throwing them out would give me the satisfaction I was craving for. But then, my eyes immediately locked onto some familiar faces.
I immediately stood up, not abruptly but slowly, with a bit of a struggle given my massive belly, but the second I was on my feet, the entire room shifted. My husbands' protective stances sharpened—Fenric and Damar tensed like coiled springs, and Thalor and Noah moved closer to the steps, ready to support my weight if I so much as wobbled.
"It's fine," I said, raising my hand before they acted like four supporting walking pillars.
"You shouldn't do anything, Arinya," Fenric said. "Just give the word, and we'll throw them out."
"No,"
They thought I wanted to take matters into my own hands, but I wasn't even looking at the chief or the witch. My eyes were locked on a massive, slumped pair of shoulders and a female huddled near the middle of the pack.
"Taruna? Harok?"
