[Nikolai]
For a moment, I thought I’d misheard.
She wanted what? My seed?
That was nuts—literally. Clearly, witches who dealt with black magic had a screw loose.
Most people in our desperate situation would have quickly agreed to such a deal. I could see how someone might rationalize it—just one time, just to get what we needed, what did it matter in the grand scheme of things? But I saw through her request immediately. And more than that, agreeing would be an insult to Isolde. An unforgivable one.
The shaman claimed she wanted to carry the child of an alpha male?
Bullshit!
Let me be clear about something: I wasn’t sure how much detail she knew about my curse. She was someone who dealt with issues involving the supernatural, death itself. She’d made that abundantly clear during our
