Until then, all he had were observations and questions he couldn't ask an unconscious woman.
The pregnancy line suggested a child somewhere.
The old mate mark suggested someone had claimed her before Kade had.
The desperate grief she'd shown suggested something had gone catastrophically wrong with one or both of those situations.
But the details, who, what, when, and why, remained mysteries he'd have to wait to solve.
Kade carefully pulled the pajama pants up over her hips, covering the evidence of a previous pregnancy with soft cotton.
His fingers brushed against the mark as he adjusted the waistband, feeling the slightly different texture of that darkened skin.
A child.
She'd had a child.
Was it still alive?
Being raised by someone else?
Had something happened to it?
Was that why Dakota looked so broken, why she'd been willing to offer an entire pack as slaves for one night of forgetting?
