Gideon looked up, and for the first time in a week, he gave me a genuine smile. It wasn't for me, though. His eyes drifted immediately to Marisol, who had stepped up beside me.
"Ah, there she is."
He walked over and, right in front of me, he tucked a stray hair behind Marisol's ear. "We're prepping this room for Marisol. She needs a conducive place to sleep from now on, Ellie. Somewhere close."
"Close?" I repeated, my heart starting to thud. "Gideon, the guest wing is perfectly comfortable. It's only a flight of stairs away."
"The stairs are a risk," Vector's voice droned from behind me.
He was clutching a medical bag. "In the first trimester, we cannot risk a fall or unnecessary exertion. Furthermore, the Alpha's proximity has been shown to stabilize the pregnancy in shifter-dominant bloodlines. Even if she is a low-blood wolf, the child is Goldbane. The pup needs to feel its father."
