The conversation moved on.
The remarkable thing about Vivian Pierson was how calm she stayed after dropping the bomb. She could say something shocking as if she were talking about the weather, then keep going as if it were nothing important. To Reign, though, it was the most alarming thing anyone had said to her in a long time.
Children.
Reign sat at the dinner table with the word still echoing in her head, while she tried to look like a person who was following the conversation. Though she was absolutely not following the conversation.
She was sitting in her chair while the rest of the room talked around her, and her brain ran in different directions all at once. She was thinking about the contract; it was supposed to be a one-year thing, and then they would go their separate ways. Bu
