Spencer nodded, “I wish I could have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, even if this pregnancy wasn’t planned. I’m thrilled to be able to bring hope to your people.”
“Not planned? I don’t understand,” Tumm said in confusion.
Knowing this was his out, Spencer said, “I’ll let Throg tell you all about it. I’m going to go and lie down for a bit.”
Throg leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Rest well, Spencer.”
Hating that he had called him that instead of Salvator, he nodded, and turned. Spencer understood that Throg couldn’t really call him Salvator and still maintain the image of interest in Tumm, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
When they were out of earshot, Spencer muttered, “Let’s get this s**t over with, before I kill that fucker for touching what’s mine.”
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