Rikom
When we had finally emerged from our chambers, it was my knees that were weak. Her pregnancy had made her amorous almost all the time. She was constantly turned on, ready to jump on me at any given moment. Not that I was complaining. I imagined this was what it would be like if she went into heat.
I knew that mystics went into heat at random, with nothing to do with their mates or a wedding. Sanaz’s heat had lasted for the few minutes I had spent in her chambers. We weren’t mates, and her heat had been dispelled as soon as we had lain together. It worked for both of us. She didn’t seem particularly enamoured with me; I was a means to an end, which suited me just fine. Although I did have some reservations about the name she had chosen for our son. Alas, she was the one carrying th
